Just a snapshot of how my day starts off. I get asked a lot what I do all day. Well, today I was able to get up and cook breakfast for my kids before they run off to school. While eating we did our daily Bible study. Later I spent time with Bailey over lunch - pizza and a Sonic cherry coke. Very yummy! I got to hear all about her day: how the boys at her table are in trouble again for talking too much; that her reading group had to take two turns today and take a quiz (she's expecting a very high grade); how she and another little girl are at odds and that she playfully calls Bailey and her friend Megan "the evil ones", I learned that Bailey does not want Mr. Turner in 4th grade but that she does want a Jack Russell Terrier she can name Shiloh; she wants Megan (her current best friend) to come over after school and play; her favorite subjects are recess and lunch, etc... And that was all in 30 minutes. The time I get to spend investing in the lives of my children can never be replaced by a paycheck. No amount of square footage, fancy car, expensive gadgets or even hundreds of shoes can replace raising and being with my children. I know that I will never look back and wish that when Bailey was 5 or 10 or whatever I had more of those monetary items. I don't think there is any job more satisfying and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
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There is nothing a mom (grandmom) can read that is more heartwarming than this. In truth, this is the legacy we pass on.
A thousand years ago when I was up early one morning nursing Jeremy (he may take exception to the number of years), I couldn't go back to sleep and decided to write. This is a corny poem I wrote for my mom (as it was nearly Mother's Day and we were broke) that morning.
I awake to nurse at one and four
Bounce the baby, and pace the floor
I greet the dawn, another night without rest...
Caring for a sick child, doing my best.
In the years of my youth I never really knew
The troubles and trials my mother went through
I never took time to say "thanks Mom",
And she wouldn't have asked thanks from anyone.
But as I reflect now, I can see my reward...
Will be the same as hers, in one regard
A happy child, who in turn will invest
Sleepless nights, home remedies, affection, and the rest
To raise his child as we have done
To be a strong and healthy and "nearly perfect" one.
I love you.
Cheryl
Right on babe!
I love the pictures the one were eating is funny.
Bay
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