The Rolling Twenties
There are many moments in my life where I find it ironic how I am twenty-something, a mom, and disabled. For instance, usually, women my age are off in college, getting wild at music festivals, and taking forever to pick out their next nail polish color. While my life is nothing of the norm. I have wheelchairs and feet lying around, alcohol in a spray bottle (and not the kind you’d think – or drink), I have baby wipes for my daughter and baby wipes for my stumps. There are crutches up against a wall here, crutches up against a wall there. It’s quite the oxymoron. And while I can relate to some people, for instance, those Moms that stay at home (I was blessed with a job that I can do from the comfort of my own pajamas), but I cannot relate to those (Mom or not) that go to house parties without thinking about how to maneuver up a staircase or where their children are…
Other than physical and background differences, I’m pretty much the normal twenty-something gal. I mean I go out with my boyfriend, I play with and mother my daughter daily, I go to college, I work, and I let my laundry pile up until it encapsulates my entire bedroom/house. I do, however, think about college saving plans for my daughter. Yes while I am currently in college, haha. There are also retirement/life insurance plans for me and my future marriage and life with my beaux. I prepare myself for the family of three feral and beautiful children, and who knows even more, maybe(?).
Ahh, the bittersweet rolling twenties.