Did I just say in my previous post that my hubby's job is hard? I take it back. Alright, alright, I take it mostly back, he still works hard...but he told me I work harder so I'm going with his vote!
I know plenty of people might get up on their soap box to argue with me but this is my blog and my opinion, and therefore my soap box, so get down!! I have something to say. Being a full time, stay at home, homeschooling mom is the hardest job in the world. Period.
It's the hardest because anyone with any career outside the home has a better chance of holding on to their identity than someone who spends their entire life within the walls of their home, and with their children. When your life is about the care and really the service to your family, there is less and less time for you. Less time to pursue your passions, interests, hobbies, exercise, (shower) and to just continue to be you. There is less of you and more of everyone else. You give everything you have to your kids, your home, your husband, and at the end of the day the tank is truly empty. You must fill it back- never forget that!
Moms don't get to have their feelings hurt, we can't be sick, we can't be irritable or short tempered, we can't lose patience, heart or hope. We have to be a brilliant, creative, loving, kind, all-knowing force all day, everyday... FOREVER oh and do it in lipstick.
I don't know about you, but I do everything in my home. I am the CEO, and dh is a lot like the Chairman of the Board, he shows up for votes, and weighs in on major stuff, smokes a cigar once a year. Okay he does a little more than that but that's not very funny. Seriously though this family is a corporation. We have assets, liabilities, we have a product, we have resources for which we are stewards. We have a central operating office, we have board members, employees, and contractors, which all must be managed. I was thinking...I don't know of too many other CEO's who have to clean the toilets in their building and stock the break room with nutritious snacks, with two black labs under their feet.
There is a monotony that can happen when you are in the home raising and schooling your children that doesn't find a counterpart in the workforce and you must be ever mindful of it . Even at an assembly line job you see that you are turning out a widget or something. You may be doing the same monotonous thing each day but the visualization that something is completed because of your efforts is a tiny reward. For moms the reward will not show itself for many, many years.
I wash the same clothes, towels, dishes, and floors every single day. I clear the countertops a dozen times a day. I cook 3 meals a day nearly everyday. I have been on my own since I was 17, and a mom for 17 yrs. That means I have prepared probably 17388 meals since my first child was born. Okay yes we eat out some. If I take off say 10% that is still 15650 meals. Not to mention the lunches I send with hubby that are different than what we are eating. Or the 3 different lunches I make for my kids some days because one only wants to eat from the orange food group (cheetos, cheese, mac and cheese), one has decided she is a vegetarian, and the other bats clean up eating whatever they don't finish and then some.
It's the hardest job but then I have never been known for doing things the easiest way. Somedays I hate the work. Somedays I am lonely. Most days I am tired physically, and emotionally. But somehow every morning I am bathed in grace. His mercies are new everyday. Christ gives me the strength, the heart, the coffee, to truly live out my vocation another day-not just survive it but to live it and love it.
When the days are the hardest I try to smile at my kids more. I try to hug them, kiss their foreheads and tell them I love them more. I listen for their laughter. The times when they play together quietly and nicely. I decide on those hard days that we will have a big lunch and sit at the dining room table with real dishes (instead of paper plates) and we will eat and talk and visit together. Sometimes I'll get out the nice wine glasses down (and liquor them up-just kidding!) and we have apple juice at lunch and say cheers and toast each other. I try to find some way to get back to the whole point, the purpose, the "why" of it all. It's right there in their bright eyes. In their potential for sainthood, love, joy, and life. It's worth the sacrifice and I wouldn't dream of doing any other job.