When you were young, what did you dream of becoming?  How open did the world appear and how willing were you to accept what life had to offer?  Being young for me seems like a lifetime ago.  Now, things are serious and I have to be the adult.  Always the adult.  The problem with this is that I have always been the adult.  Even when I was younger I felt like a 30-year old in a 12 year old’s body.  Such is a curse of being a wise person?  Or rather is it a curse of having too much responsibility too soon?  What does it even mean to be a kid?  For the life of me I remember feeling carefree… but not necessarily burden-free.  If you know what I mean.

Anyway, I have what I always wanted, a husband and children.  Now, this secondary dream of having a career is starting to emerge and it’s a little scary. I was never one to dream of owning a few coffee franchises or inventing something new. I always wanted a family and for me, that was enough. But now, I find that I need something a little more. Something to make me feel as though I am contributing to the household (even though being a stay-at-home mom and college student feels like a ton of things at once).

So all of this leaves me with one question….

Even though you can never reclaim your youth… can you reclaim your dreams?