What Do I Want To Be When I Grow Up?

{This quote- we see it everywhere. I don’t know who came up with it, but it describes my family so well. I had a local friend, thanks Jess!, make this for me and it’s the first thing you see when you walk in my house. Check her out on her business FB @ Wildflower Holler Signs}

The age old question…

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

We start asking kiddo’s when they’re very young. They say things like a cowboy, a firefighter, a teacher, a doctor, and stuffed animal creator. So much pressure!

Now, I don’t know how you were raised, but I was told pretty often that I could do anything. I could be a marine biologist or an astronaut. I could cure cancer or invent an alternate fuel source. I could be a stay-at-home momma or travel to foreign countries. The sky was/is the limit.

I remember in high school having it all worked out. I’d be an interior designer, my best friends would be architects and doctors and dentists. I’d design their offices and they’d build my home, and give me free medical advice and root canals. It all lined up. Then came life.

I was married and divorced before I turned 23. In that span of time, I had decided that the dreams I held on to could take a back burner, and at that time, it was the right thing to do. I see clearly how things worked together now, but then all I could see was 4 years of my life gone and nothing, not even a degree to show for it. No job, no money, no degree, no husband. No fun!

But, ohhhhhh what God can do!

I remember a few years ago, I wanted a baby so bad that it consumed my every thought and emotion. I was a blubbering, mad mess most of the time. I couldn’t understand going through life happy without a baby. Praise God that He didn’t give me what I wanted!

Fast forward 3-ish years and I still want a baby, but I have peace, which I’ll go into detail about in another post but, for the past 2 years, since I started blogging, I wondered how this would all work out. I have trouble dedicating to two large causes at the same time and keeping them balanced. I thought they were completely separate. I couldn’t see how they fit together. Harmoniously. How they were both part of one big thing for me.

I love interior design, but I love it in a more down-home way than most aspire to. I love to redecorate, revamp and remodel, but I want it to be practical, comfortable, home-y, and fun. I want original and heartfelt. I don’t want showy, I want hospitable. I want babies, 3 if I have my way. I want home cooked meals and family dinners. I want basketball hoops and slip-n-slides. I want furniture and decor that is simple but tells our story. I want home to be mine, not what I see on Instagram and Pinterest. I love my Instagram community, the designs are amazing, but I want my home to be mine.

I am so excited to say, with complete confidence, that I want to be a homemaker when I grow up. I already am. I wish I would have realized this sooner, how it all links- it’s all so clear now. It may seem simple to you, but it’s one of the most profound things I’ve ever known. God made me a housewife. Glory. I love to have housework to do, lists that need checked off, checkbooks to balance, meals to cook, laundry to do. All of it. I love keeping a home running. I love family things.

Is this your calling too?  I’d love to hear about it!

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