I’ve been thinking through a lot lately (it’s the sleep deprivation, I’m sure of it!). I have really been upset that all I do is mother my kids. My only job is wife, mother, housekeeper, chef. It’s really been eating away at me. I mean, I look around and there are people doing other things with their lives…teaching, earning money, saving the world (well, I don’t personally know anyone doing that, but sometimes it feels like I’m the only one not wearing a cape). I want to do more. I want to help out financially. I want to make a difference and have people appreciate what I do.
But slowly it’s hit me. I am wearing a cape. I am raising two little humans. I have the most important job in the world. Do I get paid? No, not with a weekly paycheck. But this job ranks higher than any other job I’ve held before. I used to be a teacher…pretty important job. I helped struggling students achieve success. In my current job I am molding two little lives. We probably won’t live in a mansion because I earned the money for it. But I know the “pay” for this job will be far greater than cash.
Like I said, it’s been a lesson that’s slow in coming (wanna blame the sleep deprivation again?), but it’s sinking in. I read this blog the other day and she reminded me:
Motherhood (or fatherhood or being a caretaker for children) is our ministry. It’s our calling. And it’s the MOST important job/ministry we will have on this earth.
So even though many of the tasks associated with parenting are monotonous and seem menial, if we do them all the glory of God (especially while little eyes are watching), God will bless our efforts!
Then I read this blog and received yet another reminder of how important my job is.
Motherhood is not a hobby, it is a calling. You do not collect children because you find them cuter than stamps.
It is not something to do if you can squeeze the time in.
It is what God gave you time for. –Rachel Jankovic
I’m realizing that I do have a job. I don’t need another one. God has given me the best job. Now I am trying to be more intentional in my mothering. I’m not running a daycare; I’m raising children. I don’t want my children to remember me talking about needing to get out, needing a job, wanting to earn money. I want my kids to know that I loved my job as mama so much that I chose to be home with them every day.
So there’s my heart this afternoon. Now, excuse me. My Buddy is fussing and he needs his mama. And I’m thrilled to meet that need!
My precious babies