Being a mother is such a joy. I know that I've only experienced it for a few weeks, but I still feel how much of a privilege it is to be entrusted with such a special little spirit. Yesterday when I was holding Beck while he fussed for food, I had the strongest impression that this is my calling in life. Motherhood is my mission. I've always known that I wanted to be a mother, I've always believed that there was no greater calling. Some people come to earth to accomplish insurmountable tasks and that is how they leave their mark. I know that I don't have anything grand to contribute to mankind to be remembered for, and that is okay. My mission is to raise children who can leave their mark on this planet...whatever that mark may be. My mission is to nurture, to love and to teach my children how to succeed in this life. To teach them to be kind to others; to know that they are a son/daughter of a Heavenly Father who is watching over them with love; to help them help others reach their potential; to surround them with love. I couldn't be happier to accept this calling. I know that motherhood will be hard most of the time, and I'm going to be figuring out how to do it as I go along. Luckily I've grown up with an amazing mom who prepared me very well for this time in my life. I hope I can follow in her footsteps in raising my kids.