On Sunday the Hubby took a few Mother’s Day pictures of me with my kids. This was my favorite.
Clearly it’s not because it is a flattering picture of me! It’s because I think it captures how mothering often feels to me . . . like a big, fat CRAZYTRAIN!
But I love it. My job is hard work. I don’t feel appreciated very often. There is no employee of the month here, and usually my bonuses are paid in the smallest of increments – an “I love you” here or a “Thanks, Mom” there. I don’t clock out at the end of the day. My job is 24-7. The idea that mothering stops once the kids are in bed is false – else why would I be filling out their school paper work at 10:30 and getting up with the midnight crier?
When I feel tired or frustrated by mothering, I simply have to remind myself that mine is THE MOST IMPORTANT JOB OF ALL.
I just read this yesterday and it pretty much sums it up for me: “What other career could claim as its end product the elevation of a human soul?”
That’s what I do. I work every day to elevate four souls.