The Plans

Real conversation with Meagan about an hour ago...went like this:


Meagan: Allison is so weird. She has all these plans for when she grows up.  What kind of dogs she going to have. What's she going to be when she grows up.  How many kids she's going to have.  HEY! Guess what!  Plans change!  That's why I'm not making any plans.  (very animated here - lots of arms flailing.  She's eating yogurt.  Her yogurt spoon has doing the pointing for her at this point.) 'Cept when I'm a mommy, I'm going to be just like you.


Me: 

no words... my eyebrows are crinkled, because she's so sweet to say that and it does feel good to think she thinks I'm doing a good enough job that she'd like to be like me.  On the other hand, she's 6.


I KNOW I'm often not doing the job I wish I were as a mama and wife.  But, the truth is, I would love it if the Lord saw fit to make all my little women mamas one day.  And if He does, the deep desire of my heart would be for them to all OUTDO ME.  Do better than me!  So much better than me.  Be better at juggling; be organized for the love of Pete, don't break under the pressure of all of it - homework, sports, obligations, committees; don't overcommit; protect your time and your babies'.


But, my sweet Meagan, you did make your mama's day.  And Allison is not weird.  She's 12.  You'll make some plans, too.  You'll see.