October 18, 2012
I am Rich.
Last week, the kids and I settled in to watch a new television show.
It is called Brynne: My Bedazzed Life.
I wanted to watch it for Brynnes shoe collection. For the dresses and the glam and the wealth and the wow factor of it all.
Most of us (okay all of us) can't even imagine a life like hers. Plenty of money, a wardrobe overflowing with beautiful clothes and shoes, and the time and accessibility to travel and to attend parties.
I thought about the show later, and I realised that I felt as if I was looking at a rare and beautiful creative in an exhibit, sad and lonely and captured.
She doesn't seem to have any family close by and I'm sure she has alot of people on standby to look after her. But something just didn't feel right.
Brynne spoke about her desire to have a baby. To become a mother.
For this segment she didn't wear alot of makeup and the glitz was gone. On purpose perhaps?
It worked. She was vulnerable, and deeply upset at the fact that she wanted a baby so much and her husband not so sure.
I really felt for her. I felt sorry for her. I wanted to hug her and invite her to lunch.
I think she would be loads of fun. She would lend me her shoes, I'm sure I take her size!
For all the wealth and the richness that she has, there is only one thing she wants - a baby. Something that millions of other women strive for. See, she's really no different to any of us! She's struggling.
She is rich, yes, but I feel I am richer. A smug perception perhaps, but proof that one doesn't need gems and dresses and material things in order to be happy.
I am a mother of three children. They are my wealth, my richness, my life. I don't need anything else.
I kind of think that if Brynne could exchange everything to become a mother, she would.
And I really like that about her.