God Had Other Plans.
One minute, I wanted it. The next, I couldn’t imagine it.
I have always wanted to be a stay-at-home mom. From the time I was a tiny toddler all through my schooling, I had no doubt about what my calling was.
At the same time, I knew that I wasn’t going to be a mom immediately. Everyone chose a real career. Everyone went to college. I always believed that would be my path too.
So, what was I going to be before having children?
My career plans were constantly changing.
For years, I said pediatrician. Eventually, I realized that by the time I finished school I would want to start a family. Plus, I don’t think having a fear of vomit and becoming a doctor go well together.
When I started high school, I dreamed of being a nurse and going on mission trips to help with basic medical needs.
Before the end of my freshmen year in high school, I decided that I wanted to be a preschool teacher. I would daydream about how I’d decorate my classroom. I’d think of fun lessons to do with the kids.
For the remainder of my high school years, I took college classes and did internships to follow after this dream. I worked in a kindergarten class one year. The next year, I worked in a preschool class. I loved it.
