Inspired by a song and my thoughts lately on marriage and motherhood, I've been hyper aware of my purpose in this world.
All too often, I look at others and assign demigod status to those who hold special titles, occupations, or vocations and when asked, "What do you do?" I retort with, "Oh, I'm only running a half marathon...I sell fashion jewelry...I am a stay-at-home mom." I respond somewhat sheepishly and meekly.
But when I think about it...when I really think about it...some people were made to be surgeons, attorneys, research scientists, philosophers, entertainers, athletes...the only thing that I am certain I was made to do was to love you. I was made to wrap my arms, legs, heart, soul, tears, smiles, hopes, dreams, and joy around my husband and my children.
That's it. Nothing more, nothing less. Everything else is icing or filler or superficial or frivolous.
They are the only beings that I would lay down my life for, stay up until wee hours of the night, endure whatever it took, and expect really not a lot in return, just to be loved.
It's taken me a while to realize that this is a good thing and that there's really no need to justify, rationalize, or shy away from it. It's why I was made.