When I was 16 I took a class in high school where we had to give a detailed presentation of what we wanted to be when we grew up. I remember standing up in front of my peers declaring that there was nothing I wanted more than to be a mother. I remember the football players in the class rolling their eyes and snickering at my speech. But, I remember the teacher being a young father himself, asked if he could take my speech home to share with his wife. Years later, after I had Katie I ran into him again. It was a proud moment when I told him that I was living my dream job and it was better than I ever imagined.
last night while soaking in the bath (after a long afternoon at "my job") I started thinking about mothers. There are so many different types of them.
I thought about my own mom and how she made it look so easy. How she was the fun mom that spent the summers building us club houses, rocket ships and turning refrigerator boxes into magical places.
I thought about those mothers, those warrior mothers who everyday want this job but for some reason have to wait. Wait and wonder when their time will come. I think about them often and wonder if I would ever be able to have that kind of patience and faith.
I think of my dear friend, Erin, who is one of those Warrior Mothers. Who waited for years for her mothering days to come and now that wait is over and her arms are full. She and her husband have a sweet baby boy to call their own because of the beautiful gift of adoption.
I'm so grateful for my dream job and for the precious gift of motherhood.