Thoughts on a dream.

When I was a little girl, I watched "The Sound of Music", and from then on had dreams of growing up to be Maria.  It seemed so fantastical and romantic.  It was all I ever wanted. 

I thought about that the other day and wondered what is it that story that made me want to be in it so much.  Well, maybe it was because she seemed to have everything that led her to be happy.  She married someone with money.  But then again what does that have to do with being happy.

I studied Elenore Roosevelt and found that she was the one that was originally labeled "poor little rich girl".  Her family came from money, but she didn't get the love and care from her parents or grandma that she felt she should have.  She became very successful in her life, both in furthering her husbands political career, and in the goals that she accomplished in her own career after his death.  But she doesn't seem like a person I would like to be.... don't get me wrong.  I would like to be like her, in all that she was able to accomplish in her life, but she didn't seem to have a happy life.

No, I think the real reason I wanted to be Maria Von Trapp is because she came into a wonderful family.  She was able to raise children that she loved and gave her all to them.  The money may have helped them in that quest, but it wasn't the reason for it, and I'm sure they gave up so much of that monetary security when they fled their country.  I think they were happy because they held true to their beliefs and cared more about family than looking good for the public.

Yes I think I know now why I wanted to be like Maria, and the fact that I have been priviledged enough to have a husband who cared enough to work hard so that we would have enough money so that I was able raise my own kids, for the most part, without daycare, means that I got the thing that I really wanted.

I am living my dream.