Sitting at the computer in my living room I look around and survey the wreckage of my former lives. I’ve been a daughter, a wife, a mother of four, now a mother-in-law and one day a grandmother and I still don’t think I’ve grown up enough yet to qualify for any of it.
I’ve been running my own household now for twenty years, gotten into and out of and back into and back out of debt, been threatened with bailiffs and eviction and still I’m here holding it together.
I’ve coped(or not) with the various societal pressures and am finally ready to stand up and declare my ambitions. I want to be a GOOD daughter/mother/mother-in-law/grandma. None of this corporate crap for me, I want to excel in the areas that truly matter because my family is my chosen “career” and I am sick to death of those people who would look down on me and tut disparagingly about fulfilment I AM fulfilled in my chosen role and quite frankly I think those who get no fulfillment from being a parent are missing out on a wonderful experience
