(Note: I don’t usually write in my journal quite like this–it’s usually less insightful.)
What is important? I what do I really want to do in my life? …
I want to be a MOM! Really, really bad. I want to clean my house and make cookies and got to soccer games and set curfews and struggle and talk to my kids and make dinner. That’s what I want to do for the rest of my life.
The world has this twisted image that to be productive, you have to have a career. Achieve stuff. Climb mountains. Get awards and degrees. And if you don’t do those things, your failing.
But that stuff doesn’t matter. Earning money is a tool to raise a family, nothing more. Accolades are hollow.
The biggest accomplishment a woman ever achieves is when she is dressed in her pajamas, with unshaven legs, with baby food on her clothes, and is gently playing with her child after changing a diaper. This is a woman’s greatest moment: When she talks to her teenage children late into the night. When she makes dinner and no one likes it. When she comes into the kitchen and something is spilled and she has to clean it up. When she cradles her first child. When she quietly discusses her children with her husband.
People will ask me: “What are you going to do with that English degree?”
And I’ll answer: “I’m going to be a mom.”