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| A quiet moment in time |
The question seemed so innocent.
I wanted to have fun—after all, I was just a little girl. I thought of how many interesting things there were to discover in the bright, big, beautiful world making use of the vast expanse of my own imagination.
So I went on my merry way and dabbled in a bit of this and that. I was sure that I was going to do something great, something that would rock the earth, and it would all be so very remarkable.
But what they failed to tell me was that playing with dollies and dishes was not just a "phase", that it might just turn out to be my life-long calling.
I ended up doing very well in school, and was told that I should get on the fast track to an Ivy League education. As a result, I planned for it, went into the military for it, expected it to be the very thing I was looking for to fulfill my heart's desires.
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| No place like home! |
They wanted me to rush off to somewhere everyday and spend time with total strangers, and bosses who were cranky, and clients who were demanding and rude, because they seemed to assume that everyone knew that this was so superior to...
...the warmth of a baby laying on my chest, fresh from the womb.
...waking myself at night just to touch the cheek of my newborn to make sure she was breathing, and catching a whiff of her intoxicating scent.
...hearing her cry and knowing that, as soon as I picked her up, she would be soothed by my caress and my voice.
...watching her discover bubbles and Popsicles.
...having more children than I was supposed to and watching them all play and laugh together.
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| A day of discovery |
...crying as my son danced with me at his wedding—knowing that I have no regrets in raising him and spending all day long with him all of the years he was growing up.
Sure, there are days that I get ruffled and tired. But life is work—no matter what you choose as your vocation.
I'd really rather work at home.
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Amen and Amen. My daughter once asked me what I wanted to be when I was little ... my thoughts went to all the things that “others” told me I should do or be, but I told her the truth...
ReplyDelete“I always wanted to BE a mommy with a lot of children around me, and I am so glad that the LORD gave me my hearts desire."
Ahhh, I'm right there with you. Just found out today that baby #9 (at 46 years old) is at home with Jesus. I'm thankful for the nine weeks I thought it was alive within me, and as I wait for the birth, I so wish I could feel the warmth and smell that "intoxicating" smell again. This is worth every minute.
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Dear Kathy,
ReplyDeleteSo sad for your loss--there are so few words to describe the feelings of losing a little one, even one so tiny it can hardly be seen. I am praying for a quick delivery and transition.
Blessings,
Sherry
Amen
ReplyDeleteI agree! I have said those same thoughts. Why would I want to be with a cranky boss all day. Would rather be tired from caring,loving and raising my 8 babes any day.
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful post. I love being a mom. It is the best thing in the world. I followed what I thought I should through college and grad school. But when my daughter was born all that changed.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful post! I too remember trying to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up. What I always loved best was playing with dolls (or better yet, REAL babies) and playing "house". Oh right, THAT was what I wanted to do when I grew up, thank goodness God kept pricking my heart and reminding me that that was a choice even though no one else reminded me!
ReplyDeleteI absolutely LOVE this post!! Love, Love, Love it! I desperately needed to be reminded that I am not the only one out there who desired to be a mommy at such a young, tender age. Every time I turn around someone is telling me that I "could have been so much more" - but reading this post reminded me that nothing out there could ever be worth more than our precious children!
ReplyDelete*This is kind of off topic, but I had a quick question for you. Did you and your husband ever feel the need to teach your children a second language? Fellow homeschooling families are always talking about how their 5,6 or 7 year old child is taking Spanish lessons. Our 6 year old is still in the process of learning to read, so the thought of a second language is daunting to say the least!! I feel like I am 'falling behind' or something here?!? This of course opens the doors to the enemies lies, lies, lies which causes me to doubt myself even more! Please help!! I would love to see where your family stood on this issue and if you did indeed, work on a second language, which curriculum did you use? Look forward to hearing from you soon.
You can just reply to me here in the comment section, or you can send me an email if you would like! momleavingalegacy@yahoo.com Can't wait to hear from you!
Blessings to you and your precious family
Hear, hear!
ReplyDeleteI thoroughly enjoyed reading this post of yours. I feel quite the same! It's certainly not all roses and lilies all day and night long-- there are bumps in the road, hills and valleys as they say, but *that* is what makes the beautiful moments are the more precious and worth the efforts.
Thank you for saying what so many 'stay at home' moms feel so well!
Spoken perfectly. It's exactly what I would say.
ReplyDeleteOf course we will be tired - we are working! But I am with you, I would rather work at home - doing the most meaningful work of all, mothering.
ReplyDeleteDeanna
Beautiful!!! Thank you so much for the encouragement. So many days what THEY DID tell me rings louder. Only the Lord can open our eyes and theirs .
ReplyDeleteSo true and well said!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks again for another beautiful post!
ReplyDeleteI would like to also know your opinion of teaching a second language, as Kelly mentioned above. Could you forward your response to me, or respond here in the comments, or maybe you could do a future article on this topic.
Thanks again!
Kari
momma.kari@yahoo.com
Love, love this. Makes my eyes glisten. =) Thank you for putting your thoughts to paper so well.
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