becoming & being
March 1, 2013 § 2 Comments
Not so very long ago, my daughter made a statement cautioning a young bride against becoming the woman who gets married and takes care of children. Of course, between her words are the collective moments of my experience as a stay-at-home mother. Unprepared for her statement, my daughter recognized my surprise and with the confidence of a sage reassured me that she wasn’t talking about me, I’m great.
I am comfortable enough in myself and appreciative of my children’s unedited expressions of self to laugh at the irony. Still, within moments of humor there are often tiny truths like pebbles in a shoe striking tender places with recognition.
Truthfully, I didn’t plan the past thirteen years of motherhood, rather my days unfolded one into the next leading me along a path whose corners I cannot see around. Some days, in the company of women with careers that offer alternate experiences, I wonder what I might have been or could yet become.
Among all my joy as is there is still a wealth of yet to be and I am perpetually peeking around new experiences curiously hopeful. I explore my days aware of my own wants beside my family’s needs; wondering what I might yet become while content with who I am.