Random Thoughts
posted by fay gloria @ 6:02 AM
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Monday, June 20, 2005
Thursday, June 16, 2005
June 16, 2005
Future Plans
A few weeks ago, I had a “catching up with you” conversation with one of my best friends from medical school. She told me she was dating and had a met a wonderful guy. Inevitably, the conversation turned towards plans for the future—career, family and the like.
I think I shocked her when I told her I was planning to adopt a child in two of three year’s time. I guess she was wondering why I wanted to do such a thing when I still relatively young and am currently unattached.
I guess this all stems from a long-ago conversation we once had. That day, we talked about what would be ideal for each of us. I wanted to meet a guy who would share my eclectic interests, settle down and be the quintessential housewife—cooking meals, taking care of my children, being active in outreach programs and the PTA, and maybe even bringing packed lunch to my husband at his place of work. Back then, she was surprised when I revealed all that.
Most people around me have a hard time imagining me as a housewife. They mostly think that only success in my career would make me happy and that my goals involved my career and nothing else. But I’ve always had the feeling that I would never be fulfilled unless I used my life and resources to make a difference in the life of a child.
I used to think I would only be happy if the child were my own. However, the past few years have taught me that men are fickle. The one you love and give everything to, may one day up and leave. The one who tells you he wants nothing but to wake up each morning to see you by his side may one day wake up thinking you were his biggest mistake. And do so at a time when you’ve fought for him, given him the most precious part of yourself and built your life and future around him.
Don’t get me wrong. I still harbor the wish that someone would come along and truly love and want me. However, I am growing older each day and I cannot spend my days waiting for this figment of my imagination to become reality.
I guess the idea of adopting was planted in my mind when my parents first approached me and my brother because they had wanted to adopt a child. Unfortunately, my brother who was still 10 or so at the time refused. I later saw children roaming the streets. I got to visit orphanages and see children who were left by their parents. These were unwanted children whose only fault was being born. It was then I swore that I would adopt and take care of at least one child.
So yes, in two or three years, whether I am still single or married, I would like to adopt a child and raise him or her to become a responsible member of society. I would like make a difference in a child’s life. Only then will I be fulfilled.
A few weeks ago, I had a “catching up with you” conversation with one of my best friends from medical school. She told me she was dating and had a met a wonderful guy. Inevitably, the conversation turned towards plans for the future—career, family and the like.
I think I shocked her when I told her I was planning to adopt a child in two of three year’s time. I guess she was wondering why I wanted to do such a thing when I still relatively young and am currently unattached.
I guess this all stems from a long-ago conversation we once had. That day, we talked about what would be ideal for each of us. I wanted to meet a guy who would share my eclectic interests, settle down and be the quintessential housewife—cooking meals, taking care of my children, being active in outreach programs and the PTA, and maybe even bringing packed lunch to my husband at his place of work. Back then, she was surprised when I revealed all that.
Most people around me have a hard time imagining me as a housewife. They mostly think that only success in my career would make me happy and that my goals involved my career and nothing else. But I’ve always had the feeling that I would never be fulfilled unless I used my life and resources to make a difference in the life of a child.
I used to think I would only be happy if the child were my own. However, the past few years have taught me that men are fickle. The one you love and give everything to, may one day up and leave. The one who tells you he wants nothing but to wake up each morning to see you by his side may one day wake up thinking you were his biggest mistake. And do so at a time when you’ve fought for him, given him the most precious part of yourself and built your life and future around him.
Don’t get me wrong. I still harbor the wish that someone would come along and truly love and want me. However, I am growing older each day and I cannot spend my days waiting for this figment of my imagination to become reality.
I guess the idea of adopting was planted in my mind when my parents first approached me and my brother because they had wanted to adopt a child. Unfortunately, my brother who was still 10 or so at the time refused. I later saw children roaming the streets. I got to visit orphanages and see children who were left by their parents. These were unwanted children whose only fault was being born. It was then I swore that I would adopt and take care of at least one child.
So yes, in two or three years, whether I am still single or married, I would like to adopt a child and raise him or her to become a responsible member of society. I would like make a difference in a child’s life. Only then will I be fulfilled.
posted by fay gloria @ 8:16 AM
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