Call me sappy, emotional, goofy, awe-struck, or off my rocker. I have the best job in the world and I thank my boss every day for the opportunity to work here. The hours are tough and some of the work smells funky, but I couldn't imagine doing anything else. When my husband balances the check book he wishes I had a better paying job, but we have food on the table and I go to sleep smiling each night. My feet throb from the long hours on them, and some days I don't have time for a lunch break - someone call the department of labor Puuhleez!!!!
|Photo by Olivia Brey of Oh! Photography|
If you don't already know, I am a stay at home mom. My day starts wells before 5am and ends somewhere around midnight. Our nursling is 9 weeks old, so I'm "on call" through the night and often up just an hour or so after laying down and then again a few hours after that. I am a jack of all trades and can teach a child to tie their shoes while nursing an infant and balancing my coffee on my thigh. I can wash clothes, clean house, and cook lunch while making up songs and dancing around with an infant in my arms. I can go days without finding time to shave my legs and yet have the superpower enabling me to help with homework while balancing the checkbook with my right hand and stirring dinner with my left.
I no longer worry about the best color lipstick, the trendiest hair cut, or what the celebrities are eating for breakfast. That worry has been replaced with confidence about what my children are learning, who they spend time with, and now that I've mastered nursing an infant ... I am confident I can do just about anything. My body and my mind continue to amaze me each and every day.
My husband has given me a gift. Several years ago he pointed out that I was missing out on life because I was working too much and even when I was home, I was emotionally somewhere else. I didn't know how to engage with my children and I had become the woman who lived to work instead of working to live. There are weeks we have no money in the bank, but we have a different kind of wealth. The gift my husband has given me is absolutely priceless. He gives me the gift of being a mother. I have time to learn silly nursery rhymes (or make them up), and I have time to live and love and laugh.
This Thanksgiving I find myself thankful again for faith and family and for my God-fearing husband who loves us enough to make sure our priorities are exactly as they should be!
May your paths be abundantly filled with lemons, sugar, sunshine, and thanksgiving!