I want to get married and have babies and take care of them and love and protect them and raise them.
I totally will probably stop writing sappy love songs if I ever actually get into one of those relationships.
Something must be up with my hormones. They’re in the I want to be a mother mode.
It’s like when my sister turned twenty-something and started running around the house and updating facebook statuses with things like “I WANT BABIES”.
It’s crazy the things you’ll say. Except she was in that mode for a good three years, and I think she’s still in it, she’s just less vocal about it since she broke up with her fiancee…
Anyway, I’m also willing to adopt small humans or just volunteer to help them with homework. That works too.
I’m too poor and totally single to actually become a wife and mother right now.
It must have been that country singer at the concert last night. His little daughter came over to me before the show and started trying to strum my ukulele, and she was freakin’ adorable. Then he invited his wife to come up on stage and sing some songs with him, and it was beautiful.
I want that love, you know? I want that purpose and that commitment and responsibility to taking care of a life and sacrificing your own life for the good of others. Plus I’d get to hold precious children in my arms and love them.
I get to do that anyway, I mean, I always have the opportunity to love others and sacrifice for them, and with my number of nieces and nephews there are plenty of small children to love…But it’s different than actually having your own little family unit, and your own children, and your own house and people to take care of.
So yeah…I want my own family someday. Some little grouping of people who might think I’m crazy and whom I occasionally embarrass with my ukulele playing and stupid jokes, but who love me anyway, and who play ukulele too because I taught them when they were old enough to walk. …
Anyway, that was just my random want-to-be-a-mom rant. It might be a sign of my aging…I did just turn 24.