I wanted to take a moment to mark this occasion, my girl is 10 months old...10 months stronger, 10 months taller, 10 months smarter, 10 months marked in my heart. She is a spunky little gal, she likes to chat and make farty sounds with her mouth and sing along with me. She's mastered crawling and climbing the stairs and although I tell her she doesn't have to prove anything to anyone, it looks like she's got walking in her sights. She keeps me on my toes, because although she looks very much like her brother she is definitely her own person, a little person I'm in love with. So when she's 30 or 50 or 70 let it be known, that when she was just a wee little one, her momma declared to the world she was in love with her!
I am a mother of two, that's my current profession, "mothering." I know sometimes it doesn't make sense to people, I know sometimes people want to encourage me to explore my other talents and skills as if I got to this point through circumstance and not by choice. If I'm honest I occasionally let the thought of "am I doing enough" stir inside. Sometimes I get a little taste of fear envisioning an older me, kids out of the house and me searching for direction. Usually that fear is short lived as I have a poopy diaper or crying child to attend to. Lord, you have asked me to do this job, you have placed me here and charged me with this. I know you don't hire everyone for this job, so the fact that you hired me, makes me feel confident that it is not a dead-end job. Most days it is extremely fulfilling and I do love those two little faces, but on the days when it is not as "fun," I will not give-up or let my mind wander to what I could be doing or what others think I should be doing. I will work because I work for you and you are one heck of a boss!
"And whatever you do, do it heartily, as to the Lord and not to men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the reward of the inheritance; for you serve the Lord Christ."
-Colossians 3: 23-24