Seriously. I have. Growing up, I was a great Christian girl. I could claim that I wanted to serve God the right way, but really, I just like to follow the rules, and I’m good at following rules. Also, I’m very “all-or-nothing”, in pretty much everything. I want my religion to require everything or nothing. It just makes sense to me.
Motherhood always appealed to me because it requires everything: the vows of poverty and purity, and spending your entire life serving God and man are consuming. I kind of get chills just thinking about it, which I just realized is severely strange. Biggest issue: I’m not Catholic. (Although the thought of converting has crossed my mind before.)
One thing that I have always wanted to do is to work with the Missionaries of Charity, which is the humanitarian effort that Mother Teresa established in Calcutta. I probably only wanted to do this because of her fame and the publicity of her service. It will be long hours and probably exhausting, but I’m sure it would be very rewarding. Volunteers are also welcome to join the sisters at their Holy Mass in the mornings and evenings. I think I would really enjoy observing and participating in whole hearted worship of people who have devoted their entire lives to service.
Somehow, along the way, I realized that I had filed this goal as “Would Have Been Nice” and discarded it. Why did I do this? I have no idea! No matter why I did this to myself, I’m pulling it out and dusting it off. It’s going on my “To do before I’m 30” list, I didn’t have one before now, but here we go!
Becca Kello 