My Spoon is Too Big

I'm a banana.

Recently, a co-worker told me I didn't look like a person who would like kids. Over Christmas break, my mom laughed when I told her I wanted five kids. Few things have hurt more than that. But I laughed them off, because that what I'm expected to do. I honestly think people have no idea about me, about who I am. And I hate it. I would sit down and tell anyone my entire life story if they wanted to hear it. What bothers me most is the fact that I have given almost a stranger that impression... but the woman who aught to know me best thinks the same thing. What? There is nothing I want more in life than to get married and have kids. That's my vocation. That's what I'm supposed to do, and I'm so excited. So how do I become that person... or do I need to become that person, at least in others' eyes. I don't think so.

FYI: I love kids. I actually want seven. : ) Imagine what Lynne would have said to that.