What a refreshing question!
Once, as a little girl, tired of living on the farm, and the chores that it demanded....... I dared to dream.
I daydreamed..............if ever, I get grown, I am NOT going to make the
bed, before having the chance to tinkle in the morning. I am NOT going
to get up and cook bacon, eggs, oatmeal, toast, waffles, sausage, gravy,
biscuits and grits,........just because 'somebody' might want them.
How, I dreamed of fleeing the drudergy of living.
No, I would have a shiny diamond ring on my left finger, and it would
sparkle in the sunlight, as I held my diapered babe! This brilliant reflection
I am somebody's wife
I am somebody's mother
I am important
I am above the chores of living
I was so very young and ignorant!
That ring ( a simple white gold band) and those diapers,........they MEAN adulthood and responsibility! I do make my bed, because it makes my home
appear more presentable, and yes, because, my hubby likes a well made bed.
I was so young....when I dared to dream of adulthood.