While reflecting on yesterday's observance of Martin Luther King, Jr. and today's historical transfer of presidential power to an African-American for the first time in our nation's history, I couldn't help but ponder (as I find myself doing quite a bit lately) my own life's purpose, and the type of footprint I hope to embed on this earth and in the hearts of my family for generations to come. I think of the many people who have made such profound differences in our world--armed with what seems like an arsenal of undeniable passion, unshakable perseverance, and unwavering conviction--and I can only hope that God will someday open doors to amazing opportunities so that I too can make such profound differences in the lives of others--to leave footprints not just in the sand where they will eventually be swept out to sea and forgotten, but in wet cement where they will be carved forever into stone.
To be quite honest, I've been lacking fulfillment in my current role as wife and mother. I know it sounds crazy, for what could possibly be more important (and gratifying) than raising your children to be principled, high-functioning members of society? I wholeheartedly believe parenting a child, although incredibly challenging at times, is one of the most important jobs I will ever have in my lifetime. Yet, I still can't help but think there is something more looming beyond the horizon, just sitting there waiting for me. So lately, I've been tossing around the idea of going back to work part time. I certainly wouldn't be doing it for the money, since money earned would completely cancel out the cost for childcare. But the hope is that a part time job would provide me with a little bit of balance in my life that I seem to be longing for these days.
And wouldn't you know....God placed the right people in my life at precisely the right time (and the exact same time, as a matter of fact) with the right words flowing from their mouths that immediately seemed to put everything in perspective. During our bible study last week, we entered into a discussion about how we, as a society, have become so easy to please by accepting intermittent bouts of happiness when what God really wants is to bless us abundantly. It was then that Kristen, a young mom with a sweet smile and a genuine love for people, shared a story of another young mom who (upon doctors orders, of course) was instructed not to feed her toddler after a certain time of day. As the day wore on, her baby grew hungrier and began begging for food. It made the mother feel awful, of course, but she remained strong and refused the tear-stained requests. The baby became so hungry that he eventually crawled upon a little moldy cheerio that had made a nice, comfortable home beneath the refrigerator and he proceeded to "go to town" on it, just a few hours from being able to return to a normal diet. Horrified, the mother quickly snatched it from her toddler's hands and tossed it in the garbage.
Isn't it interesting how we often settle for moldy cheerios in our own lives, instead of waiting patiently for God's plan (which bears more fruit than we can imagine) to unfold? This spoke volumes to me. That, and the pure wisdom of another woman (with two grown children) in our small group whose words echoed what I already knew to be true in my heart--that time with our kids at this age (of Wyatt and Avery) is to be cherished, for soon they will be in school, developing their own interests and hobbies--leaving us mothers to long for the good old days when the kids clung to our legs while we made dinner or incessantly demanded to sit on our laps all day while reading books.
There may be more out there for me, for this I am certain. But right now God has given me the rare opportunity to be spend day after glorious day watching my kids grow, and reveling in their extreme cuteness--and right now, goofiness. I've realized that now is not the time to take a part time job, for it would be nothing less than settling for moldy cheerios. God knows the desires of my heart, and if it is His will, I will patiently seize opportunities as He presents them.
Besides, if I were working outside of the home right now, I would have never had the opportunity to watch the Presidential Inauguration today, thus never capturing Wyatt's enthusiastic political message in support of our new President.
Wine Selection: Liberty School Chardonnay Personal Rating: ****Excellent****
You have many callings, trust me. Cherish is the word to describe the time you have with your young'ins. You'll be glad you did. You are a wonderful Mom. It takes alot of patience,perserverance and selflessness that only this experience can give you.
I've been a little behind in my blog reading lately but I tuned in tonight and just had to tell you that you have definitely left a footprint in my life that won't be forgotten and I am blessed to have you as a friend. You are an amazing wife and mother and you should get the award of the century for living each day of your life with such a positive attitude! You Rock!
My Wine Personality:
For the most part I’m a chardonnay, as I consider myself to exhibit a somewhat sunny and mellow disposition
(most of the time), but because I find a tremendous amount of joy out of showering my two kids with hugs and
kisses, I also possess the subtle sweetness often found in a riesling. But don’t be fooled. I love a great
outdoor adventure and am willing to try anything once. This occasional display of boldness is thought to match
that of a cabernet, whereas my appreciation for nature suggests that I have an earthy component to my personality—very
characteristic of a merlot.
“Wine rejoices the heart of man and joy is the mother of all virtues.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, 1771