I spent years molding myself into my ideal woman.

I had a vision for who she would be. I was fairly certain that, with enough work, I could make her happen. I could be all the things: educated, well dressed, articulate, political, logical, and – the end goal – successful.

Then I had a baby.

When God brought me home – literally and figuratively – the limits I’d set on myself were removed, and I was free to embrace the woman God designed me to be.

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