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This was very nearly me until shockingly intervened when I turned 32. I came across a list--a few weeks ago in boxes in my husband's and I's garage--I wrote when I was 28 years old. It was an incredibly ambitious unfolding of a continued career and dreams. As I ended this exhaustive list of all of my hope for my future unfolding life that was separated only by periods and filled margin to margin from the top of one side to the bottom of the other there was never a mention of love life, a husband, a family. Nothing. Nata.

Unbelievable. I remember that young lady and she had no interest whatsoever in such things.

Today my marriage and my husband is the second most meaningful, fulfilled (as well as ever changing) accomplishment and gift of my entire life. The first is my relationship with my Lord.

I had a similar experience. I had always planned to be the childless aunt, who swept in with presents for all my little nieces and nephews and was loved by all because of my exciting life which involved lots of travel. I was going to be the one every wishes they were because I was independent. You know the drill. That was me right up until the day I looked into the eyes of my newborn son and knew that he owned me for the rest of my life. Felt the same way with the birth of my daughter.

Some women may think I surrendered, and in a way I did. I gave up thinking that anything else would be acceptable. I gave up thinking that I didn’t need a husband, a family and a home. I gave up the grind of working to concentrate on taking care of the three people in my life that needed me most.

This women allowed herself to believe that it was money, fame and glory which would fulfill her. She has had the successful career and probably had people fawning over her and using her for their own purposes. And there’s the rub.
If it wasn’t her, it would be someone else. As long as you are on top, the world loves you, but in the world, the stars are a dime a dozen.

As a mother, you are always important, always needed, always unique in your place. No one else can fill it. That’s what she’s really missing.