"There but for the grace of God." Those are the first words that pop into my head when I read this week's Sunday Scribblings prompt.
I might have been a lot of things. In my history, I've thought of being many things...
Sometimes the timing wasn't right. Sometimes my interests changed.
For whatever reason, I'm none of those things. Not according to my business card, anyway.
But let's look at the glass half-full. I have children. Despite the aggravation, tears and trials that come with motherhood, I'm happy to say that I have good children. They're bright, witty, loving and loyal most of the time. When it counts, they're there for each other. I'm proud of them.
Because of them, I've been a teacher, a nurse, a doctor, an advocate, an attorney, a counselor, a singer, a writer and a minister. I shouldn't need to explain this rationale. Anyone who is a parent, or who has parents, can understand. I've achieved great things, being a parent.
I don't spend a lot of time concerning myself with what might have been. There's a reason that "coulda, woulda, shoulda" all end in "duh."