I am a stay at home mom. My job is to raise my two children. Sometimes, I struggle with this. I will admit it. Society has ingrained in my mind the idea that I need to work to be worthy. But I DO work. HARD. And my job is very important. I have the tremendously consequential task of guiding two young children along the path of life. Of feeding two hungry mouths, of kissing boo-boos and singing songs. Of teaching right from wrong and the abc’s. I have a lot to do everyday.
A lot of days, I feel like nothing got done. At all. My house will be a mess, whatever personal projects I have going on won’t be done and the dinner I cooked was … well not gourmet, that’s for sure. But my kids are happy. My son discovered some fun rocks on our walk. We talked about airplanes in the sky. We sang songs together and had tickle-fights. My daughter…well mainly she just wants a booby right now, but she gets that whenever she wants it. And even though I wish I were a better house keeper, these are the important things.
I came across this poem online and had to share:
I Took His Hand and Followed
Mrs. Roy L. Peifer
My dishes went unwashed today,
I didn’t make the bed,
I took his hand and followed
Where his eager footsteps led.
Oh yes, we went adventuring,
My little son and I…
Exploring all the great outdoors
Beneath the summer sky
We waded in a crystal stream,
We wandered through a wood…
My kitchen wasn’t swept today
But life was gay and good.
We found a cool, sun-dappled glade
And now my small son knows
How Mother Bunny hides her nest,
Where the jack-in-the pulpit grows.
We watched a robin feed her young,
We climbed a sunlit hill…
Saw cloud-sheep scamper through the sky,
We plucked a daffodil.
That my house was neglected,
That I didn’t brush the stairs,
In twenty years, no one on earth
Will know, or even care.
But that I’ve helped my little boy
To noble manhood grow,
In twenty years, the whole wide world
May look and see and know.
I truly hope I always remember that taking their sweet little hands and going on an adventure is more important than the kitchen sparking with cleanliness or my sewing project.
At the same time, I keep coming back to something. Staying at home is wonderful. It’s what is best for my whole family. But somewhere along the way, I lost part of myself. I have a hard time realizing that I need to do things for myself. And some days it is REALLY basic stuff. Like go to the bathroom, eat, shower. But beyond that… I need to engage with others. I need Christian fellowship. I need to have hobbies and interests. I need to remember that I am first and foremost a wife and a mama, but I am more than that too. My “job” is as important as they come. But I have to remind myself that I matter.
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