I've been thinking about something for the last couple of days. I suppose here's a good place to "jot" it down.
I have a facebook account, and on it I have an application called "My Cities" or something. It's a map with little virtual pins to show the places I've been. I have always known that I haven't really gone anywhere, so it came as no surprise to me to see how little of the map I covered. It got me feeling a little bit sad though. I have never been to Canada, let alone overseas anywhere. (Unless you count Hawaii, which you don't.) I always have said, "when my kids are older, I'll travel" but deep down, I always wondered if I really would. It's something I want to do, but will it be a priority? Maybe, maybe not. What finally dawned on me though is that what was a priority to me was having a family. That was the first and most important piece of business I wanted to accomplish in my life. I did it already, so I am content. Most of my friends are on the opposite side of this so it seemed like I should be too, but the more thought I give it, the more I realize how I'm not missing anything, maybe they are. I mean no disrespect to those without chillin's, but I sometimes feel like I'm supposed to apologize for being a young mom of three. I freakin' chose this, I wasn't stuck with it like some disease. If I had wanted so desperately to backpack through Europe or whatever, I would have. Sure, my days are crazy sometimes. Sure, I want to crawl under a rock when I see that there are 50+ cheerios smashed into the living room rug and 6 pairs of shoes on the floor. But I have given birth in my shower, potty trained 2 kids, made a plethora of themed birthday cakes, driven to the emergency room for someone other than myself and celebrated almost 9 years of marriage to my best friend. When I think about it, I've done more and seen more than most people my age.
