I thought a strange thought – when you marry and have children, have a home and have your own freedom, what happens when the home becomes a house and the people become just people, almost strangers.
Can you dream more or do the dreams end?
I mean the dreams you have in broad daylight, wide eyed, with no interruptions. You know that day dream, the pure joy and indulgence that you feel satisfying your desires by just dreaming. Sometimes I wonder what my mother dreams now she has adults in the home and no children.
Can you go back?
I mean is there room to move forward? Are the dreams restricted to a change of scenery, a new dress or a change of wallpaper? I’m just thinking a thought…. what is the worth of becoming a mother. Maybe I’m thinking too much. Maybe I shouldn’t have watched that movie last night.
I should have made a note of what movie I was watching to prompt such thought. My thoughts on motherhood continue.