I may have had a slightly different childhood than many of you out there (maybe not though, who knows?) I grew up in a single parent home where my mom worked 60-70 hours each week while my three brothers and I survived at home. I can remember at a very young age beginning to imagine (please don’t think I’m crazy!) And even as a very young girl, my heart’s desire was to be a mom. After school each day I’d come home to a parentless house, head up to my bedroom, turn on ridiculously loud music (we had parkay floors; if you even stepped around the room it sounded like you were crashing right through the floor. . . anyone remember those?) I then would start imagining. And here’s what I dreamed of (I’m such a nerd, you know!) I imagined that I was a mom. I imagined that I lived in a house with a front porch. I imagined that I had three children. I even imagined I was married to an engineer. (I put a lot of thought into that one – I figured they made a reasonable amount of money but didn’t work too much, like I was convinced all lawyers and doctors did!) I imagined baking cookies, and playing games, and being part of a close-knit family. See the rest of the story :) ----> passionatepennypincher/2011/01/random-ramblings-the-value-of-homemaking-part-two/
Posted on: Sun, 06 Jul 2014 11:00:01 +0000
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