When I grow up

There are many different jobs we all have to do. I remember being young (barely) and wondering about what I wanted to be when I grew up. I remember dreaming of being a marine biologist, a doctor and even a computer programmer. Ok that last one I don't "remember", but I found it in an "about the author" section of a short story I wrote for school. The funny thing is that I was a computer programmer (would that be past tense or is it once a programmer, always a programmer?) for a while. I ended up with a wonderful career in the Information Technology department as an Analyst. The funny thing was that just as I was getting a career established, I didn't want it anymore. All I wanted to be was a Mom. It turns out that this is the most wonderful job in the entire world! It is the hardest job I have had by far. My character, which is being watched constantly by my girls, is constantly being tested. I have to pray for guidance and wisdom that only God can provide every morning (and several times throughout the day). Most days I fail in some sense - but it is so rewarding when my 4 year old snuggles up next to me to read a book or I get an open-mouth, super wet kiss on the cheek from the baby. Who could ask for more? I know that I am molding and shaping the lives of my girls and I don't trust anyone else to take on this task. I want them to grow in their love and knowledge of God and I want them to grow to love each other. I want them to have a the relationship that I dream of having with my own sisters. I want them to work with me and serve other people and share the love of Jesus.

Above all, I am thankful that my wonderful husband is willing to sacrifice as well and allow me to stay home with the girls. Now, I just pray that I don't mess it up.