I'm a pro

I never thought I would be that mom who had all sorts of kids in her house all the time and never seemed to mind. I guess I'm not exactly her these days, but I find myself having more and more in common with her. Maybe it comes from the fact I would rather have my kids' friends come here than send my kids away from me. Or, seeming like the beginning of a cycle, it could be because we have built in playmates already here for the overwhelming number of single children.Could it be my calling? I have read stories of ministers and missionaries that start out with 'if you would have told me ten years ago that I would be doing this....' indicating that their path in life has taken dramatic detours from the route they had mapped out. That is certainly where I am. When I was my daughter's age, I was going to be a pediatrician and have a stay-at-home husband to raise my kids for me. I would certainly blush profusely if my husband knew that was my dream. Of course, things change, and eventually I just wanted to be a wife and mother and didn't really have any career goals. I am exactly that, although, according to the county we foster in, we are 'Professional Parents.' Who on earth thought up that term? I'm not even sure how I should be dressed when I hear myself referred to that. Business suit? Slacks and blouse? Ripped sweats and hubby's old t-shirt? Not a clue. What I do know, validated by our pastor's recent sermon, is that this is my calling for right now, and God will give me the strength to endure.