Tonight at the supper table my five-year-old daughter announced “I think I just want to be a Mommy because I don’t know how to get a real job.”
I’ll let that sink in for a moment…
Finished laughing? Good.
After composing myself enough to look up from my plate, I glanced toward my husband, who was having similar trouble containing his amusement. He did, however, find a few words about Mommy being a teacher before she was a Mommy, etc. He also said a few kind things about how he’s sure glad Mommy is staying home to raise the kids and cook for us, and take care of us, and who else would do all that…
After all his rambling gushing explaining, what did the young girl have to say for herself? “So, how did you get your teaching job, Mommy?”
Ahem. Clearly, my Mom job isn’t terribly inspiring to my kindergartner at the moment. Although our words in praise of all things Mom may fall on deaf child-ears tonight, we know that I am doing the most important job in the world.
This is a tough job, but I am grateful. It’s not always easy to make the frayed ends of a teacher’s salary meet, but I’m grateful for the opportunity. It’s not easy to be patient and kind and loving with needy youngsters throughout the day, especially when one of those little people kept me up half the night with a fever and cough, but I’m grateful to be given the chance.
It was hard to lose my professional self and all that I was to become a full-time Mommy, but I’m grateful for finding my best self in Motherhood.