This is one of the postcards on the Post Secret blog this week. I hope this is me one day.
It's sad that this is something that many women would keep a secret. And yet, I can understand why. I have secretly dreamed of being a mother, a stay-at-home mother, since I was very young. But it's not something I share with many people because it seems a rather outdated notion in our society to think that a woman might want to stay home to raise children and feel fulfilled in this choice.
Despite all the issues I've had with my mother over the years, I am grateful that she stayed at home to raise my brother and I. I liked coming home at lunch and after school and finding a loving parent there to greet me, complete with snacks and a listening ear. My mother enjoyed being a mother and when all is said and done, I think she did a pretty good job.
As a child watching my mother, I aspired to be like her. I have a school project that I did when I was about 11 where I had to write about my future and what I saw myself doing in 15 years. I saw myself being a stay-at-home mom, like my own mother. And that seemed to be enough for me. In some ways, it still does.
I have battled with this in recent years, having bought into the post-feminism world we live in, where women are expected to be everything and do everything, where just being a mother couldn't possibly be enough. But as with most of the status quo life that I have come to abhor, I am slowly releasing my beliefs around what I should be doing. I admire the woman in this postcard. I admire her courage to do what she wants to do. Isn't that what feminism was supposed to be about anyways---creating the space for women to lead fulfilling lives no matter what they choose?