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09 March 2011

What IS my job, anyway?

I can always count on my children to give me fresh fodder for blog posts.  Today was no exception.  Driving my youngest to preschool today I had the radio on.  One of my favorite songs, "Children of God" by Third Day came on, so I turned it up a little.  That's right.  We rock out to Christian music as we travel to and from school.  It's either that or endure the one millionth viewing  of The Incredibles on DVD, so I'll take the Christian music hands down. This morning, our conversation went something like this:

Son:  "Mom, am I a children of God?" 
Me:  "Yes, you are a child of God."
Son:  " And God takes care of us, right?"
Me:  "Yep."
Son:  "And he loves us no matter what?"
Me:  "Yes, son.  He loves you no matter what."

Insert LONG pause. Here is where I start to brace myself for the confession that is surely to follow.  Since he accidently bloodied a boy's nose yesterday, I am in no mood for anymore drama.  I cringe, taking a glance in the rearview mirror.   

Son:  "Then what's your job, mom?"

I'll admit, that is funny.   And about 10 different responses were on the tip of my tongue, starting with taxi driver.  I don't think my car is going to have any resale value because I'm pretty sure my rear end has made a permanent indentation in the driver's seat.   Rounding out the list was laundress, cook, FRG leader, PTA volunteer, grocery shopper, dog walker, booger wiper, etc.  My mother-in-law had a good one too.  She suggested I tell him, "To keep you out of trouble!" 

I responded with a simple, "To be a good mommy," but for the rest of the day I have been thinking of what my job REALLY is. 

Yes, my job is to be a good mommy.  And a good wife, I suppose (love ya, babe).  I also try hard to be a good daughter, a good sister, a good friend, a dependable volunteer, etc. But I have racked my brain all day with what my "job" is or what it should be and I have been coming up empty. 

And then it hit me.  I don't care what my "job" is.   Who says I have to have a title for what I do every day?  Obviously, my son thought my job was to take care of him and love him no matter what. To me, that's pretty darn special.    

So I will continue to take care of him and love him no matter what.  And his sister, too.  And their dad.  I don't need a job title to do any of that.   Maybe just some coffee, a little bit of patience every now and then and the knowledge I  am a child of God, too.  He will take care of me and love me no matter what.    And that my friends, is good enough for me.

4 comments:

Dana said...

Wow, I love this post. You are so right. How can any job tital be more important than that.

Kristi H. said...

So, so eloquently put, My Friend. You and the little guy have left me speechless and full of smiles.

Kristi H.

Sarah said...

Oh you have a title. And it is "Lobster." ;) Love it.

JoJo said...

Very nice post. You're right who needs a dumb title anyway?