Strange

You always look back on life and can pick out the incidences that occurred that changed your life or your outlook on it. However, only rarely do you notice these changes as they are happening. This week is one of those rare occasions.

My parents left for a week and decided to leave the children under my care. This is the usual chain of commands. I have always looked after my siblings because I am the oldest. However, this time was different. It might be a collaboration of taking care of my siblings and maybe watching No Ordinary Family by ABC Family. Or it could be the week of cleaning the house and nursing my siblings back to good health. Or it could quite possibly be this coursing thirst I have acquired for power since I have been barking orders at my fellow subordinates. I highly doubt that the latter has contributed much to the change I have felt.

These are my feelings: I love my siblings and it has been great looking after them. I feel like I have a good grip on the differences between a mother figure and a sister figure. I feel like I will be a good mother. However, this is not the outlook on life that has prompted my blog writing. In fact, it is something much more deeper to me.

Somehow throughout this week I have developed feelings of actually wanting to be a mother and to raise a family. Not just the knowledge that I could make a good mother but the desire to be one.

Strange.