Wednesday, 18 November 2015

My Real Job


My daughter (age eight) told me yesterday that I should get a real job.  And it broke my heart.  I know she only says that because she thinks daycare would be fun.  But it hurts to think that maybe she doesn't value the same things I value.  It is important to me that I be able to pick up the kids from school, help them with their homework and piano practice, and be there to teach them to be good and kind and helpful and loving.

This job I do all day, every day, and even every night as I'm tucking my son back into bed because the wind is too loud or he's feeling sick or he's too bored to sleep, is real.  It takes all of my energy and all of my thoughts and all of my heart.

I've never been a great housekeeper, even though that is part of my  very real job.  But I do keep trying.  I get enough mental criticism from my own mind that I don't need it from others.  What I need is encouragement.  And to have them believe in me.  And to find worth in the goals I am striving for.

Dearest daughter, you will have your whole life to hang out with your friends.  But your childhood here, with mom and dad and little brother, is so fleeting.  And guarding it is my job.  You're nearly half grown up already.  I want to be here for the rest of it.


3 comments:

  1. This is such a beautifully written post. I am newly a housewife and my husband and I are trying for a baby. I've always dreamed of being able to have time with my kids when they were young. My mother had to go back to work and I don't fault her. But time is such a beautiful gift to give to your children.

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  2. Well written and so very true. Keep up the good work and know you are an amazing mother.

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  3. Well written and so very true. Keep up the good work and know you are an amazing mother.

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