I never wanted to be a mother.
That’s probably an awkward statement from someone who is going to speak at a conference for moms, but it’s true. If you would have asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up you would have heard: ballerina, astronaut, veterinarian, and writer. Specifically a writer who lived in Manhattan and wore really cute shoes.
I was rarely around children and didn’t hold a baby until I was well into my 20s, so I convinced myself – to justify my own fears – that God had other plans for me. Instead of allowing God to soften my heart toward motherhood, I decided I would focus on my career, climb corporate ladders, and hold fancy titles. Sure, I would be excited when my friends had children but I was perfectly content without the desire to have a little one of my own.
I’m sharing the rest over at Raising Generations Today and I’d love for you to join me! I have the honor of speaking at their conference at the end of the month, and this post is a little background into my motherhood story.