What do you want to be when you grow up?
- A Doctor?
- A Nurse?
- An Astronaut?
We all had childhood dreams and ambitions. Did yours come true? I often struggled with this question. My mother, who was widowed at forty-seven, always told me to have a career. Whatever else I did, I need to make sure and have a career to support me. But I didn’t want that. I got good grades was accepted to Loyola University, but never went.
I longed for something else. I wanted a family. I wanted to be a wife and mommy. The problem was there were no ads in the classifieds, no courses at the local college for such a position. So I whittled some years away working at the local mall and hanging out with friends till I met the man I wanted to marry. Some years later we had that family. Two beautiful daughters, the house with the white picket fence (yes, it really had one), dogs, cats, rabbits and a minivan to complete the picture.
I was happy. I had found my calling. I homeschooled the girls into high school, volunteered at church, worked occasionally part-time and spent many blissful hours in my gardens where I sowed vegetables, foxgloves, daisies, and whatever other flower I could get my hands on. Life was good and I was satisfied.
But suddenly something went wrong and now after all these years; I am a fifty year old divorced woman who is now an empty nester. As both girls are launching their own lives who do I take care of now?
Me! That’s who. I absolutely loved my old life and aside from a few rocky years during the divorce I still love it. But now it is time to take care of myself and find out what God has planned for my next chapter. I am and always will be a mother but now I can be a mother plus (always a mother but so much more). The last few years have given me cause for alot of prayer and soul-serching. Now, not only can I say that I am satisfied, but I am eager-eager to see where this leads, eager to experience new adventures, eager to discover the world and myself.
Someone once said you can’t be truly happy in life until you are happy with yourself. I believe that. We all have our quirks and bad habits but we all have gifts too. Life is learning how to take those gifts and make them meaningful. For a while it was raising my daughters. Now it is writing and exploring all about me. It is time for my plus life.
As long as you are breathing, you have time to find your gift. What is your gift? What is your plus?