Wednesday, March 14, 2012
When I was a kid, maybe in my early teens, sometimes I'd lay awake at night daydreaming about my life as an adult. I wanted to be a wife, a writer and a mother, all of which I did achieve, though none quite as I had imagined.
In my youthful dreams I also designed an ideal modern house, town and planned my perfect family to live there. I decided to have a son named Robert and three daughters who would be named Anastasia Joy, Christine Elizabeth and Evelyn Ruth.
Well, I do have a son-in-law named Robert, but none of the other plans even came close. My husband and I had one birth daughter and three foster sons with special needs and raised them in a Victorian house.
But my real life was undoubtably preferable to the one I had imagined.
Sometimes we're better off when our dreams don't come true. Are there any dreams you're glad didn't happen?