Toy Story: Favorite Plaything as a Child- Writing Prompt- Blogging 101

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My favorite play thing as a child would be my imagination and that I loved to “play house.”  I used to play house all of the time whether it was by myself, with girl friends, or the boys that lived across the street from me.  I would set up glorious versions of our “house” we all lived in where we took care of all of our various “children.” The entire upstairs of my neighbor’s house became my house, where her two sons who were a couple of years younger than me imagined and put together our “house,” where we pretended that I was the mom, and one of them was the dad.  The youngest sometimes wound up being the kid, and one of my dolls would be the sibling.  We also would do this with toys such as hot wheels and G.I. Joe or Star Wars men.  The possibilities for our “families” and play cities were endless.  My dream as a child was to one day be a mom.  I wanted nothing more than to grow up and find my husband and be his wife and have children and live happily ever after.

I played house with my girlfriends too.  In my front yard we would set up entire Barbie towns that Barbie and Ken would be the parents and they had their various “problems” and “arguments.”  Cabbage patch dolls would be in their cradles under the trees, and these things would be left outside for days as long as the weather stayed nice.  Our imaginations were our friends.  Playing “house” and playing “mom” was my favorite thing to do in the world, and I loved it when my friends would play along, even the boys.

How does this tie in to who I am today?  I grew up and I became a mom of course.  Life didn’t turn out like it did in my imagination, where I married the man of my dreams and we lived happily ever after.  I wound up failing two long term relationships/marriages that produced my three living “doll babies” that I’m raising as a single mother.  While I wish I could have given them the perfect home in a large house, on a farm that my imagination did when I was a child, I am striving to give them the best life I can give them, given the situation.  I’m never giving up on me, most importantly, as easy as it would be to give up on a lot, it’s important to keep going and keep trying to better yourself and situation.  That is the significance of this blog.  I’m finding my own passions and self worth, where as in the past I thought that I needed another person to make me whole.  I’m learning and hopefully teaching them that yes, relationships are important, but its important to know who you are before you get in to one and to know you can stand on your own, and that it’s important to discern the people worthy of a relationship and love and family.

I’m currently happily raising them and happily single, and working on myself, but have not given up completely on the fairytale ending, and this writing prompt assignment is only a bit of my life in review.