Growing up, I never could decide what I wanted to be when I got older. Of course, I went through the typical professions; teacher (so I could write on a chalk board), ballerina, Dallas Cowboy's Cheerleader....but none of those seemed to pan out. (My mom says I'm as graceful as bull in a china cabinet, so you can understand why the last 2 options failed to materialize.)
Thirty years later (I just turned 33) - I found myself happily married and a stay-at-home-mom to 2 beautiful young children- Max is 2 and Emme (short for Emerson) will be 1 in November 2011. After my daughter was born, I think my husband could see that I was losing myself in the routine of mom-hood. Being a mom is the most amazing experience of my life, but I feel like I'm still not living up to my full potential. I know there is more to life than changing diapers and doing laundry..and I also know a happy mom makes happier babies.
My husband started mentioning that I should take my creative "talents" (if you can call them that :) and my love of old stuff and start a little business. It's something I've often considered, but would quickly dismiss for one reason or another. As he continued to bring it up, the idea grew on me, and it occurred to me that the only person or thing that could stop me was myself.
After 2 months of going over name ideas, I chose Salvaged Whimsy. Taking old stuff and putting my spin on it. Oh my goodness, I'm so excited...this is going to be an interesting ride! (My husband and I are also renovating our new home and raising our toddlers)
This is something I'm passionate about (don't tell my husband, but I'd do it even if I don't make any money), and finally, at 33, I know what I want to be when I grow up! (I don't think clumsy, pasty white baby-stretch marked bellies are popular in cheer leading anyway!)
take care -