Thursday, June 03, 2010
Work (TTT #130)
There are clothes waiting to be folded and put away as I write this. I am thankful for the clothes, for my hands that can fold, and for the loved ones that wear the clothes. I grumble about laundry. It is a basic chore that challenges me. I am thankful for my laundry.
Toys are all over my living room. I didn't take the effort to put them away last night, or better yet, get the kids to put them away. That's unusual for me. I will clean up this morning. I am thankful for the well-loved items that get enjoyed each day by my children. I am thankful I get to take care of them.
Believe it or not, my kitchen isn't clean (what did I do last night?). I left a pot in the sink to be washed. Now the breakfast bowls are piled on that. My counter is littered with paperwork. I had to complete a project yesterday and I needed to be in the central living zone. So, my printer was temporarily moved to the kitchen counter along with my computer. My kitchen is a gathering place. I am thankful that it gets used daily. I am thankful for the food that I put in my kids lunches today. I am thankful that they like to bring lunch from home. I am thankful that I can provide food for my family.
In moments, my son will stumble down the stairs. I heard him get up a few minutes ago and then go back to bed. I am thankful that I will be here to help him start his day. He will be needy. And, his sister will wake up rearing to go. I will be in-demand. I am thankful that they call me Mom (aka, Momma or Mommy, depending on the child). I am thankful for the little things throughout the day... those things that sometimes make me think, "Really? Can't I just have a sec?" I'm faced with constant mundane tasks that challenge me only because of the time demands and the noise levels. The challenge is outweighed by the joy the work provides. I love the hugs, the smiles, the, "I love you this much" arms open wide.
In these moments of my life, I am just a stay-at-home mom. I cringe when I write that on forms. That's work, too, recognizing my job and being comfortable in it.
I am thankful for the work within my days.
Here comes that thump, thump of little feet down the stairs...
"So I saw that there is nothing better than that a man should rejoice in his work..." Ecc. 3:22