No one had ever told me I couldn't have a career. Actually, my Mother and Bob usually told me I could have a career if I wanted or I could be a mother. It was just assumed I would be a wife along with either of the former two. I decided on my own that I would have it all. I would be a wife, mother and have a career. Although I would occasionally think about getting married and having children, I would spend hours thinking about a career. A Fashion Designer was high on my list of wannabee careers. I took art classes including fashion design in junior high school. Actually any type of art career was high on my list.
I had also decided I wanted to be the first woman on the moon and the navigator on the spaceship. To learn navigation, I studied and memorized the celestial bodies. Going into space always sounded romantic to me.
At one point, I wanted to be a trapeze artist, a flier, in the circus. I was pretty good on our home swing set which had a trapeze. I could hang by my knees and then drop to my ankles without assistance. I would practice in our backyard and practice would include taking a bow.
Bob had always told me he thought I'd make a good teacher. I was good with kids, I had proved that with my babysitting business. I considered a teaching career and it remained on my possibilities list.
My list of career choices grew and shrunk throughout the years. But one thing remained constant. I could handle being a mother but I had no interest in becoming a housewife. I wanted to work outside of my home and I wanted a maid to keep my house clean. And I wanted lots of furs and jewels to go along with my maid. I wanted the good life. Maybe I should have considered becoming a movie star.