But What If....
I am not a princess by any stretch of the imagination, nor do I think I would like to be one. There is something too confining about wearing frilly dresses, curtsies, having perfect hair and makeup, and being proper 24/7. No, the life of a princess would not suit me. But there is something to be said about the way that princesses find love. I know it's all the stuff of fairy tales, but the magic and the realm of possibilities that is a part of the love in a fairy tale definitely intrigues my mind every now and then. I don't want some charming prince with all of the gold and rubies to come trotting in on his horse to rescue me. However, some people who know me will argue that they feel that that is what I want- that I am such a hopeless romantic and have built up this idea of what love is and the love that I want, that I am completely devoid of any sane reality of love. Clearly, it's safe to say that they think they know me.
During an interesting night out with two of my favorite people in the whole world, it was brought to my attention that I am fixated on love and finding the one. I can admit that finding a loving, caring, and faith-filled man who would be my friend, husband, and lover has been a goal that I have always prayed on for myself. What can I say, I'd love to be a wife and mom someday. And I don't see that as being all that bad. It was suggested that I should try to find other goals in life that will give me fulfillment, and that I should be open to other possibilities. What does that even mean? I do completely agree that there is so much in this world and life that I would like to experience or at least try once. But to suggest that I should prep myself to realize that those experiences may be better paths for me than marriage or a family is darn near the most depressing thing I've ever heard. Is there something so wrong in being the girl who wants the husband and kids to experience life with? Those have always been two fulfillments that I think God has wanted for me just as much as I have wanted them for myself. But with the growing dating troubles or the lack of a solid and meaningful relationship, I'm growing farther away from all of that. But I can still want them. My friends find it silly and almost remedial. However, to that I say what if...?
During an interesting night out with two of my favorite people in the whole world, it was brought to my attention that I am fixated on love and finding the one. I can admit that finding a loving, caring, and faith-filled man who would be my friend, husband, and lover has been a goal that I have always prayed on for myself. What can I say, I'd love to be a wife and mom someday. And I don't see that as being all that bad. It was suggested that I should try to find other goals in life that will give me fulfillment, and that I should be open to other possibilities. What does that even mean? I do completely agree that there is so much in this world and life that I would like to experience or at least try once. But to suggest that I should prep myself to realize that those experiences may be better paths for me than marriage or a family is darn near the most depressing thing I've ever heard. Is there something so wrong in being the girl who wants the husband and kids to experience life with? Those have always been two fulfillments that I think God has wanted for me just as much as I have wanted them for myself. But with the growing dating troubles or the lack of a solid and meaningful relationship, I'm growing farther away from all of that. But I can still want them. My friends find it silly and almost remedial. However, to that I say what if...?