If someone had told me ten years ago—even two years ago—that I would be doing some form of social work I would have been skeptical at best. I mean, really. I’m a mom of four who hasn’t worked outside the home in over 14 years. I’m educated, but as a music teacher. I write novels, for heaven’s sake!
But there’s this funny thing about finding your calling. Sometimes it finds you.
Then Redwood Park Communities happened. Things changed. Big things.
Rhonda was busy doing important stuff, and if I wanted to spend time with her, I had to meet her where she was. For a while, that meant pulling staples and cutting insulation at the “broken house”. Then it meant trips to Ikea to outfit the apartments. Later it became a different kind of mom chat in the living room at United House. Sometimes it was a stretch for me, and I felt out of my element, but I followed my friend. I’m so grateful I did.
I had always respected what Rhonda did. I had always been sure that I couldn’t do it. That visit made me more sure than ever.
But then Rhonda spoke with me after, and told me she wanted me to be more involved. She told me that watching me listen had shown her that I was able to help. I’ve been listening ever since. Simply listening.
You don’t have to be an expert to help people. You don’t have to be some super-gifted superwoman. You just have to be willing and open and available. Your calling will find you.