Is That So Wrong?

Someone asked me the other day, as part of some polite chit chat at one of our forced socializing events here on campus, whether I could imagine my life if I had not had Jackson. Without hesitation I said "yes." She was apalled and did not hide it very well. I quickly tried to cover my tracks, but in thinking about it I can indeed imagine my life if I had not had Jackson, simply because I had a long adult life before I had Jackson. I had a really good life before Jackson and I have a really good life now.

Is it completely different? Yes.

Could I have lived a happy and fulfulling life without having Jackson? Yes.

Am I happy that I have Jackson? Absolutely.

It seems I am very unPC about my devotion to motherhood. I should have said "absolutely, not; I can't even remember my life without him." What a weird world.