Thursday, January 13, 2011

When I grow up, I wanna be a . . .

. . .  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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