A Place Where I Belong

19 Mar

I remember, several years ago, wondering where I would fit. What my calling in this life would be. Dreaming about that moment when my heart would suddenly find the place that it was meant to reside. I wondered where I would be, what I would be doing. I wasn’t sure what career that would mean or the people that would be in my life at that moment. I didn’t know what the future held, and I didn’t know how I would ever figure it out.


Today, I can tell you exactly where I fit.


I can tell you what my whole purpose in this life is. I can pinpoint exactly where I should be and the people that should be surrounding me. I still don’t know what my future holds, but I can tell you one thing. I know exactly who I’ll be when it gets here.


I was made to be a mommy.


I was made to experience that feeling of falling in love instantly, with no hesitation or reservations. I was made to know a love so strong that it can’t be explained with ordinary words. I was made to completely understand what it means when someone talks about your heart walking around outside your body. I was made to look at a smile, a face, and feel like my heart might literally burst with more love than it can possibly hold inside.


I am supposed to be the one to create a home out of an ordinary house. I am supposed to be the one to make a safe place to land. I am supposed to make meals and create an environment for conversations over them. I am supposed to plan family game nights, fun activities in our town, and memorable vacations. I am supposed to teach lessons on taking care of things by cleaning and doing laundry. I am supposed to be the example, and then divide up the responsibilities.


I know the feeling of helplessness when this big bad world rears its ugly head. I know the intense need to protect when someone threatens what’s mine. I know the pain when I must let a hard lesson be learned. I know the fear when I have to let go. I know the sadness when I see tear filled eyes. I know the feeling of incompleteness when part of me isn’t near. I know the feeling of failure when I realize I haven’t done something as well as I should. I know what real love is.


I am the one who can calm fears in the middle of the night. I am the one who can repair broken hearts. I am the one who can ease anxieties over doctor’s appointments and shots. I am the one who can build strength simply by holding a hand. I am the one who can create a whole new world out of bed sheets and dining room chairs. I am the one who can be a bank robber or a princess, a customer or a dragon, a super hero or a damsel in distress. I am the one who can wipe away tears and find a smile. I am the one who knows the answer to all questions. I am the most beautiful woman in the world. I am a mommy.



imageAnd that is where my heart belongs.



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