If you’d asked me twenty years ago what I’d be doing right now, you can bet that “suburban mother of two who works from home and volunteers as a Cub Scout den leader and a Guardian Council member for Job’s Daughters” would *not* have been the answer I gave you. Not even close. No way, no how.
When I was twenty, I was pretty sure that I was going to graduate from college and live with a famous National Geographic photographer. I would be the writer of those fantastic NatGeo articles, while my derring-do significant other snapped incredible photos of the world around us and all the fabulous and exciting places we’d visit. We would become a famous team recognized for our brilliance and our ability to paint the world a picture of its own little corners.
But you know what? I’m pretty damned happy as a suburban mother of two. The kids are happy and healthy and intelligent and pretty damned funny when they want to be, and while Eric is no National Geographic photographer, I absolutely *love* every photo he’s taken of the kids and our own adventures–and he definitely has the sense of adventure I dreamed about.
Twenty years ago I would have thought you were nuts if you told me that I’d be knitting and spinning yarn and loving it. I would have thought you were crazy for saying that I’d be in love with baking my own bread and making my own jams and jellies. And I definitely would have called the funny farm for you if you’d told me that sitting on a bench and watching the kids play with the dog would be my new favorite pasttime.
But here’s where I am. And I’m happy to be here.