So whose life is this anyway?

I had an epiphany. The little guy/girl won't be living my childhood but theirs!  Duh. (you might say) but I swear I've been having fantasies of sharing the things I did as a little kid with THIS little kid: visions of taking them to gymnastics, or having them love classical music (or even F horn).  And while I know I can expose them to a lot of things I did (music in general, hiking, reading, museums, sports of various types, arts) this little being will have their own interests.

This may well be a good thing...or not!  Maybe this one will love hockey?  Or pottery? Or singing in an a cappella group? Or skateboarding? Or football? Or wrestling? Or ballet? Or playing in a rock band? Or dressing punk style? Or ski jumping? Or sky diving (yikes!)? or acting?  And if it's a boy, I guess I'll have to put away the dream of ever having someone to inherit my dollhouse (the pride and joy of my childhood). Sigh.  Thankfully, there are other little cousins who will be ready for it, and hopefully will love it as much as I did.

In line with this train of thought: I had two very vivid dreams last night.  One was a dream about a gymnastics competition and the other was about a diving competition (my two favorite competitive sports growing up).  I woke up kinda sad that perhaps this little one won't love those sports.

I had such a good childhood: summers in Maine, skiing in winter, backpacking in the beautiful New England mountains, competing in sports I loved, riding bikes, playing music, making good friends, going to summer camp....I only hope that this one will have a good childhood too. I just have to accept that it will be different.