Becoming a Teacher

Little girls have many preconceived notions aboutdecide what my dream is worth.
marriage and love. Mine always included the idealI was born to become a teacher. Now, I am a
life of mothering five children. I had it all plannedmother. I want to say that I could be both and
out. First, I was going to become a teacher andnothing would be lost. But that would not be
then, a few years into my career, I would marry.realistic. Forget about teaching, and I stifle my
We would start our family on a financially stablelifelong desire to develop the creative engines of
foundation. We all know that our futures are notfuture artists. Indulge myself with a degree and
set in stone, but I thought mine was.career and I lose precious moments with my first
Stone by stone, I came to realize that my planborn son; moments that can never be regained. I
was not how my life was going to turn out.have to sacrifice moments where my little boy
Everything in my dream is still happening, just notdiscovers the world around him in order to
in the order I planned on. You see, I found himdiscover my ability to influence the future of our
earlier than I thought. My soul mate showed upsociety. Should I wait until he is older? Are those
my senior year of high school.moments any less precious? No, they are all
No one plans to find them. No one is expecting itequally valuable to a mother. Would the price of
to happen, and no one can blame me for falling inthose moments be worth the look in his big blue
love. He was the one I wanted to meet after myeyes when he is old enough to understand my
college degree sat framed safely beside thesacrifice and efforts to better our family's future?
picture of my family celebration. Being the first toOur son was foremost in my mind when I made
graduate college, my family would surely throw anthis life altering decision. The look of pride I desire
elaborate celebration.from him as he graduates from the college of his
No one in my family planned on me graduating,choice, is the pride I know my mother desires to
but I was going to, that is until he came along. Hesee within my eyes. And so, with considerable
swept me off my feet, and made me forgeteffort, I have decided to attain my lifelong dream
about the celebration I had planned. He wasof becoming a school teacher. As I look back at
perfect, perfect enough for me to marry. Eventhe picture on my desk, one thing has changed. In
more perfect, is our son. His radiant four-toothedmy arms as I cross the stage, I will be carrying
smile is worth the world. But now, I have tomy son, who has endured the journey with me.