When I was in college I was going to be a world changer. I could feel it deep in my bones, I was called to do something great. I had some ideas of what this accomplishment would be, but no clear direction. My guy and I married and started our careers, both of us very busy and fulfilled with the work we were doing.
Then life changed and I got pregnant. Three times in three and a half years.
I went home full-time and filled my days with silly songs and incredible chaos. I loved being a mom and everything that went along with it. But the feeling remained; I wasn’t a world changer, I was a diaper changer, how was I going to fulfill my calling?
Years later, I can see that I was right about that feeling I had long ago, but today it looks so different than…
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