One of those Mom's

DISCLAIMER: If you are in any way disillusioned that I will never have a family or children of my own and this thought makes your stomach turn, stop reading now. If, however you want to dream with me for a few minutes, read on...

During mornings at work, when I stare at my computer screen for 4 hours, I find myself daydreaming about a lot of things. This mostly consists of a happily ever after, and all of the little minions that I want running around my house someday. Today's daydreams are this:

I want to be one of those moms who decorates for all the seasons and holidays. I want to create a magical home that transforms with the joy of each new celebration.

I want to be a wife and mom who cooks. I want to make a commitment to my future family to sit at the table and create the memories that will bind us together long after they're gone.

I will build forts with my kids. This is a non-negotiable. This was one of my favorite things to do as a kid and I still find so much magic in it. And I will let them sleep in it and tear it down later. A fort ain't a fort unless its a slumber-party fort.

I want to raise readers. My life was transformed by books. I've chosen my career path because of books. I understand, sympathize and empathize so much better because of books. Readers are thinkers and dreamers and doers. There is nothing that can replace the ability to be an imaginative human being.

I want to be a mom who doesn't care if the kids have a little too much ice-cream in their lives. I hate that some people deprive their kids of any kind of sugar for years. Half the fun of being a kid is eating too much crap, going on sugar highs then crashing big time. Sprinkles are not just for special occasions.

I want to be a mom with a tattoo. Yes, a tatted up mama.

I don't ever want to be a mom who frets over a ball thrown in the house. As long as no one's bleeding and nothing of serious value gets broken, I am a strong advocate for early practicing of those 50-yard spirals. And the bleeding is negotiable...

I may succumb to the whines someday but I'd really like to be a no-gaming household. Nothing was ever learned from an Xbox. I will force my kids to play outside, go exploring and get dirty. At the end of the day if they don't come home with grass stains, muddy faces and novel-length tales of all the conquering they did, I will consider my job unfinished.

 For the record, these days are yet to come, eons in the distant future (Dad that's for you). But frankly, I can't stinkin' wait :)