Moms

I was on the train and I saw the cutest thing. A mom, in her flannel pjs, was dropping her daughter off. Much to her daughter's chagrin, the mom got out of the car, hugged her in front of everyone, then went back to the car and waited until the train doors closed and started off.

The daughter was embarrassed to say the least and I can relate to having a mom be so obvious that she worries about you. I can also relate to the mom who worries constantly when the kid's more than 5 feet away. I can also understand not caring how much you embarrass your kid in public. I do it all the time, sans the flannel pjs (I don't do flannel pjs). Embarrassment is how we show we care :).

All I can say is, "Sorry, kid, it comes with the territory." Even when youre too old and gray to be considered anyone's baby, we'll still worry our even grayer head off. It never goes away. And if I'd been able to, I would have implanted a tracking device in my kid the minute she joined the world. But apparently that's illegal.

Life is a Strange Ride

To say life hasn't turned out the way I expected is an understatement. Life is so far off from where I thought it would be, it's almost on a different planet. And I've always believed things in life happen for a reason, even if it's something completely heartbreaking and doesn't seem fair.

As I sit here writing this, I'm kind of in shock. When I was little, I had a dream of being a pastry chef. That dream hid itself, being replaced by becoming a famous actress. I was going to marry some hot actor I had a crush on (*ahem* Christian Bale) and live in a huge Beverly Hills mansion with our 3 adorable kids.

Well, I joined the military at 17 and traveled the world for 12 years. I had a kid and never got married (because Christian Bale was already taken and my heart was broken, of course). I decided I never wanted to live in California.

Irony of all ironies, here I am at 30, living in California. Not quite the place I expected, but it's beautiful, nonetheless. My daughter gets the best of both worlds: me and her dad all the time. Still not married, but if my mom has her say, that's not going to last much longer. And I'm going to culinary school to become a pastry chef.