Oh Baby!
Ever since I was a child, I always knew I wanted to be a mom. Adults would ask that question that comes to all children, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” They’re usually expecting the child to name some impressive career, something the child’s almost definitely not going to do. Be a Senator, an astronaut, a famous person. My answer was always the same, a mom. They always had this look on their face as if my answer was the wrong one, as if that’s not what they meant. As I got older, I was less inclined to give that answer because people were obviously thinking my goal needed to be a career. What’s your dream job? That’s what this generation pushes. A woman no longer gets married at a “young" age. She finds a job, pursues a career. She provides for herself. While I did not sit around at home pining for a man, I wasn’t about to become a career woman either.
I graduated high school at seventeen. I was sick of school, and being homeschooled made working ahead a year easy. Of course, once I graduated I was faced with the reality of needing a job. If I was going to get a decent job then I would need a college degree. So I rushed out of high school only to wind up in college. Because of my love for children and my deep desire for motherhood, teaching was the best career option for me. As a teacher I could make a decent living and I would get to spend every day with God’s blessed little ones. While I pursued my degree in education, I started work as a preschool assistant and then a preschool teacher. I enjoyed the work, but I also hated it. I complained often, mostly to family, but sometimes to friends too. I loved the children, they made the workdays bearable. But it was everything else that wore me down. Waking up to an alarm early in the morning, five days out of the week. Honestly, no one wants to be woken by an alarm. I would get home in the evening, pack a lunch, eat dinner and just get ready for the next work day. Sleep and do it all again. I am not the kind of woman who can do that. Not with a good attitude, that is, not without a lot of work on my part and a lot of prayer.
To remain single in my adult years was intimidating and to me, miserable. I begged and pleaded with God that He bring my husband into my life soon. Ever since I was a teen, this was my prayer. Some days I prayed more fervently for it. Some days God gave me the peace and contentment I needed to remain a single working college student. It was probably when I was nineteen, I can’t remember the year so I am guessing, that I attended a ladies Bible study in which I voiced these feeling. I confessed to the ladies my struggle with being content in my singleness. That I longed for a husband and children. That the waiting and wondering when was hard. One of the women, the mother-in-law of the host, Mrs. V assured me that God had put this desire for marriage in my heart. Because He put it there, He would surely fulfill that desire. I felt a peace come over me then, as if God had given her those words. I knew then that He was using her to tell me He was the source of my desire for marriage, that it was not a fleshly or sinful desire. A few months after that, I was doing a Bible study, really digging into the Scripture when God revealed to me again that this desire was pure and that He promised me it would be fulfilled. We know all God’s promises are true, and thus I had never felt more confident in what my future held.
I still struggled with contentment and patience, but not nearly as much as before. I cut way back on my complaining. I was getting ready to transfer from a community college to Liberty University where I would pursue a Bachelor’s degree in Education so I could teach in the public school system. And that is when he texted me. When I was at my most content and had faith in God’s plan, that is when the waiting ended. Prince Charming texted me, the man I had been crushing on at church, off and on, for a few years. A few texts later and he asked me out. Three dates later and we were courting. Three months later and we got engaged. Ten months later and we got married! One month later and we got pregnant! Three months from now, we will bring home our precious baby girl! The first child of many, we hope.
Here I am, married and pregnant and over the moon happy. No more college, no more 9 to 5 job. I am a wife, a mom, a homemaker. I have my dream job and I praise God for it! This is my dream job. It’s not a paying job, it’s not respected by the secular world, but it is my God ordained ministry. My husband and I are so excited to start our family, to raise up our children to follow after God.
I am 29 weeks pregnant, that’s seven months, the start of the third trimester. I can feel little Elizabeth kicking and rolling around. I can feel her hiccups and when she shifts one way or another. I have tried describing how it feels, but really there is nothing to compare it to. I love every movement she makes, even if she pushes my bladder. I am so ready to meet her. I love her so much already. I fell in love with her the moment the pregnancy test read positive. I'm a Mama at last and I am already so very proud and happy to be so.
I graduated high school at seventeen. I was sick of school, and being homeschooled made working ahead a year easy. Of course, once I graduated I was faced with the reality of needing a job. If I was going to get a decent job then I would need a college degree. So I rushed out of high school only to wind up in college. Because of my love for children and my deep desire for motherhood, teaching was the best career option for me. As a teacher I could make a decent living and I would get to spend every day with God’s blessed little ones. While I pursued my degree in education, I started work as a preschool assistant and then a preschool teacher. I enjoyed the work, but I also hated it. I complained often, mostly to family, but sometimes to friends too. I loved the children, they made the workdays bearable. But it was everything else that wore me down. Waking up to an alarm early in the morning, five days out of the week. Honestly, no one wants to be woken by an alarm. I would get home in the evening, pack a lunch, eat dinner and just get ready for the next work day. Sleep and do it all again. I am not the kind of woman who can do that. Not with a good attitude, that is, not without a lot of work on my part and a lot of prayer.
To remain single in my adult years was intimidating and to me, miserable. I begged and pleaded with God that He bring my husband into my life soon. Ever since I was a teen, this was my prayer. Some days I prayed more fervently for it. Some days God gave me the peace and contentment I needed to remain a single working college student. It was probably when I was nineteen, I can’t remember the year so I am guessing, that I attended a ladies Bible study in which I voiced these feeling. I confessed to the ladies my struggle with being content in my singleness. That I longed for a husband and children. That the waiting and wondering when was hard. One of the women, the mother-in-law of the host, Mrs. V assured me that God had put this desire for marriage in my heart. Because He put it there, He would surely fulfill that desire. I felt a peace come over me then, as if God had given her those words. I knew then that He was using her to tell me He was the source of my desire for marriage, that it was not a fleshly or sinful desire. A few months after that, I was doing a Bible study, really digging into the Scripture when God revealed to me again that this desire was pure and that He promised me it would be fulfilled. We know all God’s promises are true, and thus I had never felt more confident in what my future held.
I still struggled with contentment and patience, but not nearly as much as before. I cut way back on my complaining. I was getting ready to transfer from a community college to Liberty University where I would pursue a Bachelor’s degree in Education so I could teach in the public school system. And that is when he texted me. When I was at my most content and had faith in God’s plan, that is when the waiting ended. Prince Charming texted me, the man I had been crushing on at church, off and on, for a few years. A few texts later and he asked me out. Three dates later and we were courting. Three months later and we got engaged. Ten months later and we got married! One month later and we got pregnant! Three months from now, we will bring home our precious baby girl! The first child of many, we hope.
Here I am, married and pregnant and over the moon happy. No more college, no more 9 to 5 job. I am a wife, a mom, a homemaker. I have my dream job and I praise God for it! This is my dream job. It’s not a paying job, it’s not respected by the secular world, but it is my God ordained ministry. My husband and I are so excited to start our family, to raise up our children to follow after God.
I am 29 weeks pregnant, that’s seven months, the start of the third trimester. I can feel little Elizabeth kicking and rolling around. I can feel her hiccups and when she shifts one way or another. I have tried describing how it feels, but really there is nothing to compare it to. I love every movement she makes, even if she pushes my bladder. I am so ready to meet her. I love her so much already. I fell in love with her the moment the pregnancy test read positive. I'm a Mama at last and I am already so very proud and happy to be so.