After our rough morning (see post below) I decided we needed to get out of the house. We went to Barnes & Noble to play with the trains. On the way in we stopped by the in-store Starbucks for a bagel and a smoothie.
The woman behind the counter greeted us by commenting on how big the children are getting. Then she said, "Do you know how lucky you are to get to stay at home with them?"
I smiled. I had literally published my exasperated post 20 minutes prior. Truthfully, part of me also wondered if she imagined that I just watched TV and ate bon bons all day--or if she realized the work involved in 'not working.'
She then told me of her own three children--aged 12, 7 & 4. She had been able to stay at home with the first two, but due to her divorce had to start working when the youngest was 2.
"I know your days are long. I remember what it felt like at 8pm--when I just needed everyone to go to sleep so I could breathe. It is hard. But I miss it. I wish I had realized at the time what a blessing it was."
Isn't it amazing what a difference a little perspective makes?
Being camp director 14 hours a day, while trying to love the socks off of three developing people AND teach them about faith, manners, character and life skills is quite a task. Add being their personal safety manager, chef, laundress, personal shopper, nurse, etc. to the picture PLUS being a responsible citizen, managing the affairs of our home, caring for my husband--and myself. Is it any wonder the days can get a bit hairy?
But it is a tremendous blessing to get to do this. May I never, ever take it for granted.