As we celebrated Mother's Day this past week I ended up with quite a bit of time to think and realized that while I do not receive pay for my job as mom, and expressions of gratitude do not always present themselves, I could never put a price tag on the benefits poured out on me.
I heard the oft quoted job description of mother with the excessive demands on our time, energy, emotions, and talents, and the pay as additional demands or money, or occasional thank-yous. They don't even acknowledge the half of it.
The pay I receive each day is unable to be squandered, can't be stolen, is limitless, and not subject to identity fraud. On the one hand, they couldn't ever pay enough for the job that motherhood requires, on the other hand, we couldn't do enough for the "pay" we receive.
I just need to remember to keep my eyes open for it:
-Little fingers curled around mine
-Sleepy "I wuv you" whispered in my ear
-Unblinking eyes looking closely into mine
-Sharing belly laughs and secret giggles
-Notes on pillows
-One of a kind artwork, designed with me in mind
-Imitation, the sincerest form of flattery
-"Fighting" for the seat closest to me
-Begging for more good-night time
-Excited chatter at the dinner table
-Light bulb moments
-Standing up for their faith
-Milestone celebrations -- steps and loose teeth, words and waves, bicycles and baseballs
-A millions kisses from butterflies to Eskimos
And the list goes on and on . . .
What items do you have jingling around in your coin purse of motherhood? I bet each child has made a hefty deposit into your IRA memory account this week and I would love to hear about it. Please share, as when we hear others' "moments" it often jogs our own memories as well.
So often we focus on how much we give as moms, but I quickly become overwhelmed when I realize all the priceless treasure that I receive in return. I'm definitely getting the better deal.
No cost to me, and immeasurable riches in return.
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