When I was a little kid, I wanted to be a children’s book author. And a pop singer. Sometimes a lawyer, thanks to L.A. Law and that huge plate of donuts in the conference room. Plus I had plans to inherit my mom’s sewing business, but she changed careers before I could discover I didn’t really have a knack for sewing.
Today I write, but not for kids. I sing but I never did become the next Debbie Gibson. Law school? Forget about it. Funny how our original plans don’t always pan out.
The same goes for family life.