I have The Best Job in the World.
No really, I do. Do I love every part of my job? I won’t lie. I dread settling “he started it” disputes. I’m squeamish around sick people. I haven’t mastered the art of convincing children that they really do want to do their chores. I’m not fond of bedtime (go to sleep already!). I get tired. And weary. And yes, cranky.
But I keep going because there’s nothing like being right there for all those baby firsts, from dimpled smiles to blown kisses to toddling steps. There’s nothing like being the one to open the door to the wonderful world of knowledge, to words and numbers and ideas. Nothing like realizing your child is coming to you with their thoughts and questions and observations about the world. Nothing like being their cheerleader, being the one who helps them learn to work with their strengths and deal with their weaknesses. Nothing like having silly routines with your little kids that grow into inside jokes with your teenagers. Nothing like being the one to make home a family refuge from the world outside.
I draw no salary, that is true. . .but I am rich in time spent being with and caring for seven of my most favorite people in the whole world. And every day I am thankful for a husband who values the work I do more than any wage I could earn.