Expectations

My whole life has been made of expectations.Expected to obey parents, to be a good student, to be a good christian, to make something of myself. What do we do when things do go the way we expected them to? I expected to grow up, go to college, get married, have kids and a career, never want for money, and stay in Dallas. I got married, right after cosmetology school. I had a job or two. Having kids was one of the hardest things I've ever done. College stared later, and I am a stay at home mom. The question is, even though everything is not as expected, am I happy? I am getting there because I am staring to realize more and more to let go of expectations. Especially the ones others have for me. I am not that domestic, I can only cook a few things because I never really try. I didn't grow up cooking or cleaning. I don't understand how I would contradict myself, here I was feeling like an empowered woman, then I try to hold myself to the old school standards of what a mom and wife should be. I expected to have children easily, I was young and health right? What else can go wrong? Everything apparently. When I finally got my baby, I had expectations of how birth would go, and how life will be with him. Then I end up with a c-section, he ended up in the NICU, and told me he had Down syndrome. Even though he wasn't what I expected, I couldn't be happier with my son. He has a personally that attracts everyone. You can't help but smile back to him when he smiles at you. Sometimes I get tired, and jealous of everyone around me with kids who don't have to go to the doctor often, and will hit all their developmental milestones on time, but then I think what if I had lost another child? He's pretty much healthy, and he's very happy, what else do I need? My life doesn't look the way I thought it would, but I wouldn't change anything but my expectations.