A Small Epiphany.

Can I confide something very silly to you, my friend? It's a little embarrassing, very cliche and overused, and completely opposite from something I might've confided a year ago. 


I desperately want to be a mommy.




There, I said it. Not now, of course. That'd be a little scary. 


But I follow a total of seven (I know...) mommy blogs, I've been working in the nursery at Redeemer Child Care, and I've been student assisting a Pre-K class this semester that I just adore. But really, what is more rewarding than rocking a sweet little six-month-old to sleep? Or when students draw you pictures with "Miss Claire" written at the top? Or being able to calm a sobbing toddler? 


Now I don't necessarily just want to be a mother. I still can't wait to teach, and I honestly feel that if I ever am able to open my own bakery, I will be the happiest woman alive. But, I also think I'd be happy to be a crafty, baking, sewing house-mommy for at least a part of my life.


Anywho, that's the discovery I've made about myself this week. Riveting, I know. But still fun.