I got to thinking this morning about my life, as I was sitting on my couch feeding Henry.

When I was in elementary school, I wanted to be the first female astronaut to go to Mars. I wanted to be the first female president of the United States. In kindergarten, I declared that I was going to be a teacher, and whatever grade I happened to be in at the time was the grade I wanted to teach. In high school, I wanted to be a pharmacist or a brain surgeon or a doctor.

Well, being an astronaut is out because I have to wear glasses. And who would seriously want to be the president right now anyway!? Ultimately, I decided to become a teacher, a job which I loved. But I would be a horrible kindergarten teacher--I much prefer fifth graders or even older kids.

I always had in my mind that my life would look something like this: I would be married to a businessman and we would have a couple kids. I'd come home from work to my beaming children and my husband (how he got home before me I'll never know!) and we'd all just spend our evenings together, all hunky dory and stuff.

Fast forward to today: I'm a stay at home mommy. I'm married to a mechanical engineer (I always said I would never marry an engineer, let alone a mechanical engineer because they were dorks. Had to eat those words.) I clean; I cook; I feed a 4 month old; I change countless diapers. I don't wear designer clothes; I wear spit up instead. I don't work outside the home; the work here is enough for two people!

No, my life is definitely not like what I imagined. It's better than what I imagined. Yes, I married the mechanical engineer, but that's what allows me to stay home with our son. No, I don't work outside the home, but I'm privileged to see all of Henry's firsts--his first smile, his first laugh, his first try at rolling over. I thought I knew what would make me happy and what I needed, but I didn't. God knew what I needed to be doing with my life, and thankfully I had enough sense to get out of His way and let Him do what needed to be done.

So, my life is pretty much not at all how I imagined it would be when I was a kid. But, that's totally okay because it's so much better than I could have ever imagined!

Your post totally hits home.

Your post totally hits home. Happy first Mother's Day!!!