I always knew I would do great things when I grew up. I dreamed big. I would be teacher. I would be on Broadway. I would sing and touch souls. I would be a feminist activist. I would be a great artist and speak the language of beauty. I would be in the Olympics. I would write a book. I would marry Prince charming. I would change lives.
I have done none of that...
And all of it.
19 years married to Prince Charming. Eight children -- with one safe in the arms of Jesus...
I sing praises to God in my living room... and dance in my pajamas. I show my kids how to crawl and walk and jump and run. I stand up on behalf of the unborn. I doula and advocate for women who are searching for their voice in the birth room... and their hope in the midst of loss.
I draw funny faces for my children... and sometimes beautiful things.
I write and write and write... all over notebooks and paper and this blog and around the internet. And I write the book that is tumbling out of my heart.
I speak to Catholic mamas and home schoolers trying to remember where they misplaced their joy. And to my beloved children who have made me a teacher, at last.
It is good to be here in the shadow of the Cross of Grace and Mercy... even when it looks ugly as sin. It is all for Him. The only thing I regret are those times when I have stood in His way.
Praise be Jesus Christ now and forever!