Over the last decade or so I seem filled with regret and misplaced hope. Since I am only 22 it's expected. I wanted to be so many wonderful things when "grew up" but none of those things happened. I wanted to to ne a ballerina because it's so beautiful and moving. I wanted to be a tap dancer because I love how quick they are on their feet. I wanted to be a painter so that I could feel the joy that comes when you have finished a masterpiece. I wanted to be a chef because cooking just wasn't my thing. I wanted to be a flight attendant because you travel the world and you don't have to pay for gas, but one thing I wanted to be once I had "grown up" was a creative mind full of things that I would imagine and bring to life. Sadly I am none of those things. I am just simply a mom. I hope I can help my son make his dreams come true one day whatever they may be!
