The house was quiet as it sometimes is at this time in life. The upstairs closets desperately needed to be organized and cleared of all that tends to collect in closets. One wishes at times that this needed job would take care of itself or by some wave of a magic wand. But, no it is always there waiting to be completed. Recently it was this job that I tackled.
Waves of nostalgia flooded over me as I sifted through boxes of memorbilia that had collected over the years.
The first box contained our oldest daughter's vast book collection. Books on politics, life stories of some of the people she most respected, books on writing speeches for her years of being in Toastmasters, and books on presenting those speeches. Suddenly, I found myself reflecting back on the daughter of this time, and the daughter of now. I thought about the time in her life when business suits, Toastmaster meetings, and life at the office was the everyday norm for her. If you would have sat down with me at that time and asked me, "what do you think she will be when she grows up?" How would have I answered?
At the time that this picture was taken, if I remember correctly was for some business event she was helping to host, how would have I answered your question? As mothers how do we possibly know what it is they will be when they grow up?
She, our oldest one, was always the teacher of her two younger sisters(who were 8 and 10 years younger than her), play director at family events, the dress- up designer, the leader and conspirator of all her many cousin's shananigans,gracifully portraying the lead roles in school plays(her role in "The Egg and I " still humors me greatly), and with all of this she faced life with endless energy. So...I might have answered your question in many different ways. Must admit there were moments when I wondered if she might end up being the first woman president of our country. What I would not have answered you at this time of life, is that she would be...
...married with six precious children, five of them were aged 3 and under. She would be baking loaves of healthy bread in her kitchen oven, helping supervise the adventure of having 20 baby chicks that came to live in their barn, cooking meals, and changing hundreds of diapers in any given month.
You see life often does not turn out as we think, and rarely as we plan. That's okay, because in my opinion it is better. God's plans always are.
I almost finished cleaning and organizing my closets on that ordinary weekday evening.