Sorry, but Christ doesn’t just want me to be a mother.

It was my fault when it really comes down to it.

I opened my mouth–again. Or should I say I opened my virtual mouth, seeing as how it all took place on a blog thread. My comment was short–not at all confrontational–and yet it set a fire. And it reminded me of a world I came from and vowed to never look back.

Matt Walsh, a very well-known conservative blogger I’ve followed for many years, posted this for International Women’s Day:

matt walsh post

It’s a beautiful statue and I agree with the fact that she truly is such an inspiration. I have always loved Mary and her devotion to Christ. Especially now, while carrying my first-born son, I find my heart closer to her. But aside from that, the post didn’t sit right with me. So I posted this in response:

my response

And—you guessed it. It started a storm. Some women told me I obviously don’t appreciate motherhood. Some women told me (ironically enough) that I don’t understand the sacred nature of our purpose as mothers and I should cherish being a mother since some people are physically incapable. Some women flat out told me I was wrong and ignorant. One man told me my divine purpose is to procreate, so my statement was laughable.

And in that moment I realized how very led astray so many people are. We not only have groups of women marching in the streets and condemning traditional roles of mothers and wives, but we also have a totally opposite group condemning those who live roles outside of motherhood.

My husband responded right after my comment with a beautiful tribute to my many roles as a woman. He spoke of me as a mother, a wife, a businesswoman, and a person with talents and work ethic. My eyes filled with tears as I thought, “Wow, he thinks all those things about ME?” And then it hit me.

Christ does too. And we are forgetting.


I speak these truths not only as a woman–but as a woman who endured infertility. As a woman who is now a mother. As a woman who owns her own business and works another job on top of that. As a woman who is a wife. As a woman who is a friend. As a woman who is a daughter and a sister and an activist. I speak as an advocate for all the women out there who will just as easily read this and tell me I’m wrong.

As a believer in Christ, I know without a shadow of a doubt that He has called me to a high purpose. And the highest purpose He has called me to is not that of motherhood–it is that of womanhood.


He gifted me (and it seems strange to say that now) with multiple years of barrenness to teach me this divine principle.

For many years inside of the Mormon church I was not living up to my “divine potential”. I was told from well-meaning members that even if I don’t serve out my purpose in this life, I will have children in the next life, and therefore be perfected. I cannot express to you how many nights I would lie awake, hands on my belly, begging God to make me a mother. Not only have I always wanted children, but I was brainwashed into thinking that I wasn’t “whole” without it.

I couldn’t be more wrong. And He wanted me to learn that.


It took many years for me to survey my life and realize, with the light of inspiration, that I had become a photographer I had worked SO hard to become. I was an artist. I made families happy and made couples feel beautiful on their wedding day.

I was an activist. I spoke out for change, called out for human rights, and took part in volunteer events that furthered the cause.

I was a friend. Someone people could count on to fix a meal, heal a heart, band-aid a bad day. I was a sister that could be called on. A daughter to give advice and to take it.

I was a trusted employee and co-worker.

Much later on, another divine purpose was unfolded once the lessons I needed to learn were finally learned. God me other things. I am a wife that I could be proud of who loves her husband with all she has in her and enjoys serving him. And I am a mother–at first (and still) to a child that is not biologically my own but still calls me mama, and now to a son that I carry at 5 1/2 months. And they are my purposes too–my divine joy.

me and miabump pic

Although I would never compare myself to the mother of Christ, I feel like I can relate to many aspects of Mary.

I learned what it means to change your plans, just like Mary. She was young, not ready for a pregnancy or a marriage for that matter–yet she accepted her fate and traveled on a donkey’s back for miles to the destination where she would give birth, even while people called her a fornicator and there was threat of death. She had strength, bravery, selflessness, her stamina as a woman. She wasn’t just the mother of the Savior. She was a cousin and a daughter and a loving wife and a friend. She disciplined Jesus and loved him and willingly gave him up when it was time to do so. She was tough. And despite what others may have thought or the ridicule she obviously had to overhear–she carried on with hope. She was a well-rounded woman.

It’s easy to focus simply on the motherhood. But I think we are called instead to remember womanhood.

I am in no way a “modern-day” extreme feminist. It hurts me to see how men and their vital roles in society are being trampled. It hurts me to see women abandon or speak out against the many beautiful roles that make us unique. But I consider myself a human-rights activist who believes so strongly in the power and the uniqueness of womanhood and what we have to offer. I believe so strongly in our divine purpose.

As Christ died on the cross may I remind you He looked toward his mother and said to John, “Behold, your mother”. In his last moments he wanted to make sure she was okay. That speaks volumes in my opinion of the many attributes she had that made her so divine.

I have felt similar declarations to my own heart throughout my journey. Behold, he may say when I stand up for what is right, a woman of courage. Behold, he may say during a moment of grief, a woman of sensitivity and heart. Behold, he may say as I kiss my son for the first time, a woman who is blessed with motherhood. Behold, he will always say, this is my daughter.

sick baby

I stand for those who have children and those who do not. I know what it feels like to kiss a child who loves you back, and I know what it feels like to listen to the laughter of children that are not your own. I know what it feels like to juggle a hundred emails and work meetings and still be running late because you can’t find your kids shoes–and I know what it feels like to have an all-consuming career and a TV dinner at home with no one else there except a room mate. I know what it means to work hard, to slave over a sick family, to conduct a corporate meeting, and to read stories at bed time.

And I hope, in the end, my children strive to be all those roles. I hope, in the end, they see many roles as inspiration for femininity or womanhood–not just procreation. I hope they see the enormity and the vast expanse of what it really means to be a woman. Not just any one thing.

I know the many roles we can fill as women. And they are all sacred. They are all worthy of admiration. They are all appointed by a creator.

They are all divine.

worker bee

5 thoughts on “Sorry, but Christ doesn’t just want me to be a mother.

  1. Thank you! I am not a mother yet, but I am a woman with a career and an education that constantly gets criticized for it. This is just the post I needed today


  2. Kayla, I am in awe of you’re writing, but more so for expression of motherhood! I could not be anymore proud of the women you turned out too be! A women with a “VOICE”! and a women who is not afraid too use it! Continue too inspire those readers Kayla who need too read this! Love you;)


  3. what a great article. Thank you so much for taking the time to write this. May millions of women all over the world read this and be uplifted.


  4. Kayla – Your words were beautifully written and in my opinion, so very true. I am proud of the journey you have taken and continue to share with us. I, too, was a devoted fan of Matt Walsh; until he wrote that doing yoga while claiming to be a Christian is hypocritical. I have a deep faith, attend church every Sunday, and trust my life completely to the Lord and His purpose. I also occasionally do yoga. I don’t practice Buddhism. Like you, I wear many hats, so to speak. My greatest role is being a mother, for which I will eternally be grateful to God for blessing me with the ability to do so. Again, thank you for being you. Best wishes to you as you soon welcome your new little darling into our world.


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