musings

S sometimes gets the question, "Does your wife work?" His answer is, "Yes!" We are in a society that thinks a homemaker is second class.."She is just a housewife". The stereotype is a woman eating her bon-bons,watching soap operas all day long. She gets to stay home while the men really do the work of society. But, the scripture certainly holds up a higher standard and what could be more important than raising the next generation, keeping the domestic circle flowing within the society, keeping the home fires burning? Sadly, the home fires have gone out and where is the touchpoint of society? Mom is not there anymore.

I was thinking of this today as I was being pulled in all directions. I heard "Mommy, I need help!" from several places all at once. Here are a few things that represent my day...

Breakfast for everyone

Clean-up the kitchen

Lead in family worship- speak about submission to God and others

Oversee chores getting done

Help my littles coloring a page for their alphabet book

Go behind and swiffer the floor a little more after my child has finished

Print out school pages for the ones that need it

Help my daughter with her math

Make a pot of chili for dinner

Encourage my son that he CAN do his math

Help my daughter with her math again

Help my little girl zipper up her coat to go outside

Help my son put on his coat to go outside

pick up after my 3yo who dumped out the contents of a bin

Print out a few coupons to be used in shopping

Show my son how to hold a deck of cards to shuffle

Keep track in our record book of the school getting done

Tell my daughters to get started on their latin review

Work some more on the chili

Make a couple phone calls about details for tonight

Clean my son up in the tub after he stepped in doggy mess

Lay two little ones down for nap

and this is a laid-back lighter day as we ease back into school.

Sure, someone else could teach my child math. I could send my littles to have someone else care for them. But, I want my son to remember that Mommy was the one who first showed him how to shuffle a deck of cards. I want them to look to me for a smile of approval, not their daycare worker. I want to kiss them as I lay them down for naps. Now, maybe someone else could clean up from stepping in the doggy mess. Seriously, I am blessed even when the "Mommy" calls are coming fast and furious.

Am I am working woman? You better believe I am!