I came across this on another blog and I thought I would share it. It really puts things into perspective for a full time mom. And I agree. I love my job and I wouldn't trade it for anything in this world!
I Love My Job
An early alarm. Waiting slippers. Lunches to make. A husband leaving for work. As he does he says three simple words to my still half- sleepy- hair-lopsided self, "I love you".
I love my job.
A shower. Children to wake. Breakfast to eat. Teeth to brush. Backpacks to gather. A drive to school. As I drop them off I leave them with these words, "I'll be praying for you today. I love you" and they both chime back, "Love you too mom".
I love my job.
A drive back home. Dishes piled in the sink. Laundry a mountain high. Dust staring me in the face. Floors to sweep. Dinner to plan. Groceries to buy. A ringing phone. My daughter on the other end having trouble remembering if she has her gym clothes packed or not. A reminder given. The conversation ends with a "Thanks mom".
I love my job.
Another drive to school. Children climbing into the car. Homework load established. A drive home. Discussion of the day's events. Dinner prepared. Daddy's home. Excited children. Dinner served. A family fed. Conversation around the table... together.
I love my job.
A table cleared. Dishes done. Children finish homework. A kitchen floor swept. As I am sweeping my husband calls my name and I turn. He utters not a word. A wink is given. No words needed to be uttered.
I love my job.
Jammies on. Gathering in the living room. A daughter snuggling close. A son by my side. Daddy's voice heard. Family devotions done. Prayers said. Teeth brushed. Backpacks ready for tomorrow. Children heading for bed. A 12 year old son 4 inches taller than me with this request, "Mom, will you come tuck me in?"
I love my job.
A quiet house. A few moments of personal time. An electric blanket. An exhausted body. As I collapse into my bed for a few hours of sleep only to do it all over again tomorrow, I remember the events of the day.
And in those moments of remembering, a smile creeps across my face. The pay is lousy. The work is hard. The to do list is never complete. A list already awaits tomorrow.
And yet, the tasks are not what pre-occupy my mind as much as the select moments that were had. And as those moments replay in my mind, these are the last words uttered as sleep calls my name..
Oh, how I love my job.
orginal blog post... http://momrn2.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-my-job.html
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