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.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
I Love My Job
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I love this post. What a great reminder of the things that are truly important as a mom.
I loved this post so much I may copy it style sometime in the future.(if that's ok)
What a great reminder to all us mommies who feel under-appreciated at times.
I love my job, too.
What a powerful post....and a GREAT reminder.
Being a MOM..is the most blessed JOB..there is.
Blessings to you today.
Oh Donetta - there is no other job like it. And you are right - the pay isn't that great but the benefits? Oh the wonderful benefits of motherhood! Thank you for sharing such a beautiful post today.
And I loved this beautiful post!
Great post!
Yup, we definitely have the best job!
I think this is singlehandedly the most beautiful thing I've read in quite some time.
Thank you for sharing.
From a dad...nicely said!
I forget to love my job, so thanks for the reminder and the positive outlook!! I need to redo this for my life, just so I can remember why I am doing this!!
.... I wonder how you would have written this when your children were still babies...
Maybe more like "what was I thinking??"
Thank you for giving me something to look forward to as I prepare myself to send my first born to full-day school.
What a cheery way to look a things. I just wrote about being an ordinary mom and really it does excell over all the great things one thinks is important in life!
A perfect post. Thanks for sharing. A real encouragement to another sahm.
Beautiful! Thanks for the uplift when it seems like I'm in drudgery as a mom.
I love my job too - you've said it beautifully
I have been a stay-at-home Mom for 16 years and have loved every minute of it. The pay is lousy, but the benefits are wonderful!!
Your day sounds quite similar to mine, only I've four children, seven and under. It is sometimes hard to remember in the moment how wonderful our jobs are. But at night when I lay my head down, I am so thankful that I do what I do, and I look forward to another day. Thanks for reminding us all!
Beautiful.
What a beautiful post! I love my job, too!!
Here from Rocks in my Dryer. This is such a sweet post.
I'll be back!!
I want your job.
Love this post. And with a few variations from yours, I love my job as wife and mom too!
Thanks for a beautiful post. I love my job, too, despite being hard!
Thx for the reminder - I long for the day I can get up in the early morning hour to prepare for the day, but alas, I have a 21-mth old who is & always has been an early riser. So we get to start each day together - at least for now! Thx for giving me perspective, something to look forward to, never failing to look at what I have been blessed with in the moment!
Me, too!
Amen.
I love my job too.
You are tearing me up here. What a lovely post! :-)
What a marvelous, eloquent way you have of describing your life. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. I remember the days well and now I watch my daughters charting their courses too.
P.S. I found you via Shannon at Rocks In My Dryer - I'll come to visit again :))
Me too! It is the BEST job I've ever had. What a great post!
(I'm from Rocks in My Dryer too.)
What a fantastic post! I love my job too. Thanks for the reminder :)
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