For the first time since I started doing Mama Kat writing prompts, I blew off the random number generator’s suggestion of #2: The biggest Halloween trick or prank you ever pulled. My holiday prank history involves only one thing (I was a very good girl as a teenager!): a late night relocation of the nativity scene from the First Baptist Church of Lake Butler’s lawn to the youth director’s front yard. He was not amused (but I think baby Jesus appreciated the change of scenery). More importantly, #4 (Share a photo that represents how you see yourself) gives me the chance to share via my blog a fundamental clash I have in my head. Between this:
I couldn’t find the perfect picture to demonstrate the un-Mary Richards-like aspects of my life. This one is the best I can do – yes I was camping, but the crocs, the unironed “whatever was available to throw on that also fit” ensemble, the “it’ll do” hair (under a hat), and the lack of makeup are far too often the “me” I present to the world these days.
Having Mary Richards as my professional role model during those formative years of ages 6-13, I concocted a “future me” vision complete with a great wardrobe, a spacious (and always clean) apartment, vivacious friends, and an upwardly mobile job.
Wardrobe-wise, my clothes are as often held together by safety pins as not; my house is in CHAOS, my friends are vivacious (1 out of 4 is a start!), and I perch precariously on that teeter totter called family-life balance daily.
Being a mom is what has been the most important thing to me as an adult. But when I go back to New York City, and walk the bustling streets among the career women who look so purposeful and directed, even though for all I know they are going home to empty, tiny, lonely apartments and downing pints of Ben and Jerry’s, I still crave some “hat in the air moments” just for me.
What kind of “hat in the air” moment are you still looking for?
Wife of one, Mom of two, Friend of many. My pronouns are she/her/hers.