The Uncertainty of Motherhood When You’re the 37-Year-Old Fun Single Aunt

Oscillating between two universes

Sara K. Runnels
Human Parts

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Big shoutout to all my friends’ kids who have ended up on my dating profiles.

Every five years or so, when I am home in Houston for the holidays, I declare the need for a nostalgia deep-dive — excavating several large, plastic time capsules that reside in the back of my dad’s sprawling art studio; tangible reminders, poignant remainders of early life.

This year, I FaceTimed my mom so she could join dad and I on this dusty trip down only-child memory lane, and we ooh-ed and aww-ed through the sentimental souvenirs, absorbing the extensive archive of my burgeoning creativity: every non-digitized word, every graphite line I pushed across paper, every article or story I wrote from 1984–2006 — fruitful side effects of having encouraging and inspiring artists as parents. We agreed, as we had many times before, based on the prolific amount of content that spanned countless journals and notebooks, I really had no choice but to become a writer.

But when I closed the literary collection and dusted off the baby box full of heirlooms-in-training, I thought about the choices I had left to make. It’s clear why my parents and I have memory-hoarded the mounds of beginner art and formative writerly projects, but why these tiny relics? The Cabbage Patch dolls, the custom-made dollhouse furniture, the jewelry…

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Sara K. Runnels
Human Parts

Copywriter by day. Humor writer by night. Exhausted by afternoon. @omgskr / sararunnels.com