|With my husband Gary at a football game
Some little girls dream about being models, movie stars or
even doctors. But all I ever wanted to be was a mother. I spent my days playing
house with my neighborhood friends, and recall being appalled if they wrapped
their baby dolls in a towel and not a proper receiving blanket.
the book “babies, babies, babies!” from the book mobile every week, and begged
my parents to take me to an Akron baby store called Berg’s Babyland. I spent
hours flipping through the enormous JC Penny catalog of the 80’s pointing to
all of the baby items I would have one day for my own child. Needless to say, I
As luck would have it (and thanks to many dandelion wishes)
my mom had a “surprise” baby when I was 8. I mean really, could anything be
more wonderful for a girl like me? I doted on my new baby brother and finally
had a real one to play with.
In college at Ohio State, I had a serious boyfriend and figured we would get married and have
kids. So much so that I planned my education and career choices around this; I
didn’t want to spend years getting that Ph.D. in psychology to just stay home
with our kids. My little obsession didn’t always lead to the best decisions!
Well, that didn’t work out, and a few years later I found myself back at home
in Florida, managing a Baby Gap. How appropriate!
I was in my early 20s and was ready for that family. I took
advantage of my discount and purchased items that were at rock-bottom sales
prices, and of course the occasional “can’t live without” full price item. By
the end of my Gap tenure, I had amassed an impressive collection. How great
this will be for the new father, I thought, he won’t ever have to worry about
buying these things!
relationship to relationship and eventually all the way to Chicago when I got married. I had my
share of teasing from the men in my life, but this was my special baggage, and
I wasn’t about to part with the collection.
I have always defended my dream to be a mother. I didn’t
appreciate my goal being minimized while compared to women who chose a strong
career path. I still defend that choice, but can now see where I could have
done both- live and learn! Had I known I wouldn’t meet and marry the right man
until I was 33, and not get pregnant with my first child until I was 36, I am
sure I would have planned differently. But I guess that is the scary and fun
part of life, you just never know what’s coming your way.
in March. And here’s the best part — I am sort of freaked out! After 34 + years of
wanting to have a baby, I am not sure I ever really thought about all that
it entails. But at least we have plenty of clothes….
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