:)

Working reunion really puts things into perspective.
Over this past weekend, Wellesley was bombarded by alumns ranging from the class of '03 to one of the oldest alumns from the class of '28. I happened to work with the class of '98, which wasn't hard at all. Their being one of the younger groups meant that most of the alums were pretty self-sufficient so my job as resident hostess was basically centered around the bells desk, checking the alumns in, doing room swaps, and making sure the "alcohol" closet stayed locked and secured at all times. ;p

While many of the former W's showed up with either a spouse or a family member, quite a few decided to attend their 10th reunion alone. And of the alums who were accompanied by their companions, about half were already mothers or mothers-to-be.

This is not a bad thing, by any means. After all, success is whatever she defines it to be: whether it's being a career woman at the top of her professional game or finding happiness by starting a family with a college sweetheart, it's all in the eye-of-the-beholder. It was just disheartening to see many of these women give up their professions to be stay-at-home moms. But then again, this was just one class. One cohort out of the myriads of Wellesley graduates. I shouldn't generalize or make assumptions that that's what happens to most of us once we graduate.

I'm not sure if I'm going to attend my 10th reunion, let alone my first one which will be five years from now. Hell, I'm not even sure what I'll be doing in the next year. But as they say, the best things in life come as surprises, so I shouldn't be too worried. Allow room for spontaneity and unexpected twists and turns because that's what life is all about.

And god forbid, in 10 years, as long as I'm not barefoot and pregnant in some man's kitchen, all will be good.