I love my job.
A shower. Children to wake. Breakfast to eat. Teeth to brush. A bottle to give. Backpacks to gather. A drive to school. As I drop our teen son off I leave him with these words, "I'll be praying for you today. I love you" and he chimes back, "Love you too mom".
I love my job.
A drive back home. A diaper to change. A toddler to dress. 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 day of school at home to begin for our daughter. A toddler to entertain in the midst. Lunch to be served. Another diaper to change. A nap for the little guy. Together time for mommy and the girl.
I love my job.
Another drive to school. A boy 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.
Baths given. Jammies on. Gathering in the living room. A daughter snuggling close. A son by my side. Our little guy in my arms having a warm bottle, his eyes locked on mine and his hands twisting my hair. Daddy's voice heard.
I love my job.
Family devotions done. Prayers said. Teeth brushed. Backpacks ready for tomorrow. Children heading for bed. A 13 year old son 8 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.
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.
Yet, the tasks are not what occupy my mind as much as the select moments that were had. As those moments replay in my mind, these are the last words uttered as sleep calls my name..
I love my job.
This was so great. I needed this today. :) I especially love the picture of your relationship with your older son. I look forward to that. :)
ReplyDeleteLove this post.
ReplyDeleteI love my kisses and simple requests from my teens.
Thanks for the encouragement and great attitude!
Beautifully said, Donnetta. I also love the new picture of you. You are beautiful inside and out! Aloha *;)
ReplyDeleteYou are so dear. We are blessed to have "careers" with such eternal blessings. I have loved this job for 43 years. It just gets better! (And the retirement benefits can't be beat!)
ReplyDeleteYou have a knack of knowing what I need to hear to get through the day. I've been close to having a pity party for myself. I have to remember that this is only for a short time and to take joy in the small things and give the rest to God.
ReplyDeleteOn a morning when my responsibilities with elderly parents, inlaws and others were about to overwhel me, this was just what I needed to read! I know that my responsibilities are really privileges! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I love my job, too. :)
ReplyDeleteOh, what wonderful perspective... a perspective that far too few share with you. I love this post! LOVE it. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat's the quote - 'contentment doesnt lie in having everything you want, but rather in wanting what you have'. Sounds like your family is mightily blessed by your contentment to be ministering to them.
ReplyDeleteLove this post. Serves as a reminder of (my) days gone by. Miss my young men being little boys!!!
ReplyDeleteI still love my job-Being a mom is the MOST fullfilling role I have played to date!
Blessings!