Yesterday I was sitting at my table after my kids had gone to bed and I was thinking about how my day is full of hundreds of insignificant things. My life involves: scrambled eggs, story time, building forts, going on "hikes" through the house, playing Nintendo, putting my feet up for a minute, snuggling, napping, carpooling, peanut butter and jelly, picking up shoes, folding clothes, brushing and flossing teeth, saying prayers, reading scriptures, singing songs, telling knock-knock jokes, squeezing in a run... these are things I do on almost a daily basis.
I was thinking about how all of these little things add up to one big thing- every day, I get to raise my family. Every day, I get to be the one to kiss the owies and wipe the noses. I'm so grateful for this. There is absoulutely nothing that is more important than what I am doing right now.
This was yesterday.
Today I was cranky. We call it "Blumpo the Grumpo" in our house after a show we watch at Grammy's. I'll admit that I have been short on sleep after dealing with some very sick kids for the last ten days, and it has left me very short on patience. I threatened. I lost my temper. It was one of those hard "mom" days.
Then my big brother James posted this video:
We have a Father in Heaven. He knows that it's hard to parent. I long to be perfect like Him and to love my children with a perfect love, as He does me.
It's so hard sometimes, but I wouldn't change it. Not for anything in the world.
“The homemaker has the ultimate career. All other careers exist for one purpose only― and that is to support the ultimate career. ” ― C.S. Lewis