Friday, October 28, 2011
A friend recently posted a link to this article on Facebook. I wasn't to excited to read it, mostly because someone has commented that she needed tissues after reading. I was just getting my day started and didn't want to feel sad from the get-go. But I went ahead and read it.
You should too.
I'm a busy mom of two "babies" (a toddler and an infant). I work part-time at a university teaching writing (so you can imagine the preparation and the stacks of essays I have to grade). I also write part-time for various publications, and I'm in the beginning stages of writing an adoption book. I do most of the household chores, make homemade meals (because nutrition is very important to me), and run Miss E to and from preschool and tap/ballet class. I prep grocery lists, coupon, and do the Christmas and birthday shopping. I try to sneak in moments of personal joy and relaxation---reading a book, exercising, blogging. This occurs while my husband works long, hard hours in the financial industry, providing for our family. Then he comes home and we take care of the girls, eat dinner, put the girls to bed, try to spend a bit of time together, before starting over again the next day.
We are busy. Every day is a new adventure.
And in the midst of these activities and jobs and tasks, we so often forget to just stop and cuddle our babies, or start a tickle war, or head outdoors to play on the swing set.
Some days, I stop in the middle of doing everything and think, "What am I doing?" And more importantly, "What am I not doing?!?"
As I get closer to the big 3-0, I look around at those whom I grew up with. I think about their choices now---and so many of those choices, and the way they respond to hardship, and their mannerisms, and the way they raise their kids---so much of it is based on how their parents treated them.
And the weight, the monumental role of being called "mom," hits me, to be cliche, like a ton of bricks.
Parents, we have a big job. One that never gets a day off. One that makes or breaks a child. One that requires so much patience, self-control, sacrifice, understanding, love, and wisdom.
This article says all that is on my heart today. I hope you will take time to read it, reflect, and think about what you can change to become the best parent you can be to your current and future blessings.