When I Grow Up…

Posted on | January 26, 2011 | 4 Comments

When I was little, I had a lot of dreams. On any given day I wanted to be an actress, a pediatrician, a missionary, a politician, and a whole host of other things I can’t even remember.  I had big dreams.  As I got older, I remember thinking that people who got to travel and stay in hotels really had it made.  I remember seeing business men and women and thinking that it must be so cool to travel on someone else’s money.

When I was working in restaurants, just trying to make ends meet, I dreamed about having a prestigious job. A job that meant something. A job that I was proud to announce as mine.

Yesterday, I had some medical tests done at the hospital. The woman checking me in asked if I was married or single, if I had children, and what I did for a living. I responded that I was married, with a 17 month old son and that I’m an attorney.  She looked up and smiled.

“Well look at you!” She said with a grin. “Don’t you just have it all.”

I didn’t think much of it at the time. But then I ran into Ann Taylor Loft to pick up a shirt. The guy at the cash register asked me if I needed the hangers and/or the bag. I told him I didn’t really need the bag because I was taking it on an airplane for work. He sighed.

“That must be so great to just get on a plane and travel for your job.”

And then it hit me… I have a pretty great life. I know I’ve said on numerous occasions that you can’t have it all and I still believe that you can’t. But y’all? I come pretty close. I have a wonderful son who adores me almost as much as I adore him. I have a handsome husband who takes care of me better than any could ever understand. I have a job that, although at times drives me batty, allows me the opportunity to fly to Nashville, Tennessee to meet with clients over lunch.

So these days? When I think about growing up, I think about learning to embrace the life I’ve worked hard for. I think about becoming the attorney I know I can be. I think about being the mom that J deserves. I think about growing old with my wonderful husband and showing him every day how much he means to me.

I guess the end result is that when I grow up? I’d like to just be me. Warts and all.

** I’m sitting in the Atlanta airport as I write this, about to start in on some make up work and then catching a flight to Nashville where I’ll have lunch with a client before heading over to the gorgeous Opryland Hotel for Blissdom. I’m going equipped with a crappy camera and my weapon of choice… the internet. Can’t wait to fill you all in on the people I meet and the things we see and do! **

Comments

4 Responses to “When I Grow Up…”

  1. Klz
    January 26th, 2011 @ 12:54 pm

    Of course you don’t suck!

    Also it occurred to me that guys in our position? Would go to a strip club in Nashville to bond. Weirdos.

  2. Jennifer
    January 26th, 2011 @ 3:38 pm

    Epiphanies are awesome. Sometimes.

  3. Diana @Hormonal Imbalances
    January 26th, 2011 @ 5:04 pm

    This was a beautiful, very heartfelt post. I loved it. Really. It just changed the perspective on my day too.

    I’ve *always* thought you had it all. 🙂 I would have loved to be a lawyer, to travel, to live in the South…

    So. Yeah. You’re life is pretty rockin’.

  4. Cybil
    January 26th, 2011 @ 5:12 pm

    My life has taken some turns, but I feel so fortunate to have all that I have! Thanks for the reminder!

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