. . . mother.
I can always remember wanting to be a mom. I remember “nursing” my dolls. I would care for my “babies” in our houses in the woods that my brothers and I built. I played with baby dolls long after my peers had moved on to other interests. I always wanted to play “house”; I’m sure my brothers tired of the game regularly. I remember wanting a large family – six children at least. I know there were a specific number of girls and boys needed to make the perfect family, but I don’t remember what they were now.
. . . teacher.
If I wasn’t playing house, I was forcing my brothers to be my students. I was a terribly mean teacher I’m sure. I know I would make them do hard math equations taken from my school work. Being younger than me by a couple years that was bound to be difficult. I went to college to work with children and received a Bachelor of Religious Education in Children’s Ministries. I have yet to work (out of the home) in this field.
I got what I wanted . . .
. . . . . . . . and a great man mixed into the deal too!
Striving to learn and live God's purposes, 
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