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And when I woke up, I was OLD!
NYCCityAmbassador
Posted by NYCCityAmbassador on Jan 07, 2010 at 09:31 PM
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Has your life turned out to be all you expected? I’m interested in what you all think… Here’s the scenerio:
Picture yourself at your favorite age (for me, it was 17). Think about where you were then: your views, your attitude on life, your friends (Were you shallow? Were you quick to judge? Were you into a specific genre of music/movies/TV? Did you have a specific hobby (or boyfriend!?!) you “couldn’t live without”? Did you want to become a mother? Did you want to be a lawyer? President?
CONTEST DESCRIPTION: OK. Now imagine that you went to bed one night (at that age) and when you woke up, it was January of 2010. Tell me what you see, what you feel, what you think. Are you happy with where you are?
PRIZE: I am not giving away any broadway show tickets, I am not giving away any kitchen sets, I am not giving away any birthday parties. Actually, what I AM giving away is something much more valuable. Let’s see if we can truly get to know each other. More importantly, let’s get to know OURSELVES.
HOW TO ENTER: Simply think about the scenerio I shared, and reply with your thoughts. I’ll start below. Follow my lead.
CONTEST ENDS: It doesn’t ! We’re always growing and changing, and as mothers, we especially learn that we need to adapt to different phases and stages of our lives. Let’s all accept who we are and where we’re at. Then we can begin to adjust the parts that might need some TLC!
HAVE FUN!
Jen (NevalandMom)
Your NYC City Ambassador!
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on Jan 07, 2010 at 10:03 PM
OK, so I fell asleep one night in 1992, when I was 17 years old. A senior in high school, dating my childhood sweetheart since we were 15, planning on starting the pre-med program at Manhattan College the following September on my road to becoming a pediatrician. I wanted 2.4 children, with a house in Westchester with a white picket fence and a dog named Max. Stephen and I would live happily ever after.
When I woke up, it was 2010. My goodness! I was much heavier, had much longer hair, and where was Stephen? The man in the bed next to me was OLD, like 40! I was about to run, when I looked at the wedding photo above the bed and realized he was my husband! Confused, I continued to check out my surroundings. I walked around the apartment (seems I am still living in the same neighborhood I grew up in? What happened to the house in the suburbs with the fence and the dog and the 2.4 children?) and saw another bedroom. There was a little girl sleeping in the bed, who, ironically, looked a heck of a lot like I did when I was about 7. Was she mine? WOW! She was cute
I kept walking and came upon another bedroom with THREE (whoa!) cribs in it! I went and looked into each one, and the three little boys I saw were so adorable! Who’s kids were these and where was their mother? I watched each of them sleep for a little while, thinking how lucky the mother was, and trying to understand why I felt this bond with them, like they were mine. Were they? FOUR? FOUR KIDS?
When everyone started to wake up and I learned a bit more about myself, I realized that I was very happily married to Paul (after divorcing Stephen), and what was important to me in 1992 meant absolutely nothing to me now that I had this man and these four children in my life.
I am NOT a pediatrician (well, a mom is a pediatrician to some degree, right?), I am a family therapist on a LOOONG maternity leave, and I am currently working from home as a City Ambassador for MomsLikeMe.com (a concept that in 1992 would have made NO sense… Internet Mommy? What was that?)
I can say that God has given me much more than I ever imagined from 1992. I would still LOVE to have our own house, not necessarily in suburbia! I am happy with what I have been given, and I recognized how blessed I truly am.
Jen (NevalandMom)
Your NYC City Ambassador!
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[JR: Amusing? Who can remember 17? Only the 18's.]
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