My Purpose

When I was a teenager, I thought my reason for being on this earth would come to me as an adult ...that I was here for some big purpose, that there was something big I was meant to do and I would find it someday soon. Perhaps that is part of the Leo ego, or just a genuine hope for meaning. I don't know. By my thirties, I had given up on this idea, believing I don't really have a purpose or a profound reason for my existence. That is, until now. Now I know, my purpose at this time in my life, this moment of time, is being a mommy. And I couldn't think of a grander or more impactful purpose than this: