The White Picket Fence

I was never the girl who dreamed of the white picket fence. I was not the girl who wanted nothing more than to have a baby. Nor was I that girl who dwelled in the world of food, decor, and artsy things to do about the house.

After six years of daycare in my house (my mother's career), I decided that kids were hideous and they were not to occur until I was in my thirties at the very earliest. During my Nellie McKay period in college, I was well known as a man-hater (mind you, not a women-lover, just man-hater)and decided the single life was for me. Did I want to get married someday and have a family? Yeah sometimes. But I had much bigger dreams than that. I was never defined as the homemaker wannabe.

How is it that in just three short years things have done such a 180? I'm married. I'm dreaming of the little pitter patter of feet. I'm looking into a house complete with white picket fence. And worst, now all of a sudden I want a dog. I hate dogs! What is wrong with me?!

Even though I know God has changed my life for the better, I still often feel like a sellout. I mean, I had big and very "holy" plans. I was going to be a missionary in some exotic country embracing a sacrificial life of singleness! It sounds especially immature and crazy when said like that, but I was very sure that this was God's plan for my life and I was dedicated to see it come to fruition. I think sometimes God lets us come up with these hair-brained schemes of ours (and even applauds them for a time) in order to get us one step closer to what He really wants and to let us fail in order to see the truth. At least, that's how it happened in my life.

I used to have little respect for the people who just settled down to the wifey business, not fulfilling their true potential or following their dreams. Yet, here I stand married like those poor saps and incredibly happy just like they are. I think God has a sense of humor when it comes to His plans.

Then again, the ultimate dog hater herself who believes in the systematic extermination of all little yappy dogs has been pining away for an Australian Shepherd puppy for several weeks now. Maybe I did go a little crazy in the head.