Assignment: ~Write a paragraph about a job you would do for free. Prompt: "If money were no object, I'd like to be a ______, and work in_______."
I have all sorts of dreams about what I would love to be. They all involve different ways of serving people--nursing, counseling, treating, helping, changing lives. I would love to be able to travel to far-off lands and help orphaned children, teach illiterate mothers to read and write, build houses for the homeless and just all-around share love.
I am a believer in the concept of seasons. Turn, turn, turn and all that. But more Biblical and less dirty hippie. And right now is not my season to travel and help. The planting I am doing is at home, not in exotic, spicy countries, and let me tell you--the sowing is not very glamorous. Mostly monotonous. Generally frustrating and sass-filled. Boo to that, I say.
But it is my season to be at home. I suppose I could put the kid in day care and go out and help. But who would help her? Who would teach nurture and counsel and treat and help and change her? Someone has to teach her to read and write, and someone has to make her home and fill it with love.
The flowery Hallmark card in me says I should end this with "So I am doing what I love!" But am I? I often wonder at a Heavenly Father who would give me a soul filled with so many aspirations and then "just" make me be a mother. Aren't I capable of more? Probably. Is there any better thing I could be doing? Absolutely not. Does that mean I fill totally fulfilled and like I am doing all that I was meant to do? Again, Absolutely not. But I know that one day this season will end and it will be time to do something else. Maybe something different. Maybe something more Me. And I bet that when I get to that season I will miss this one. The sassy one.
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Monday, September 07, 2009
This is my job? Really? THIS?
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I often ask myself what I would be if talent were no object. I already am what I would be if money were no object. (Genealogy = not lucrative at all).
My if-I-had-more-talent-and-more-brains list includes:
-Broadway star.
-midwife/nurse
But the fact is I NEVER could have gotten into BYU's nursing program.
Actress. Singer. Philanthropist.
...maid, poo wiper, cook, driver, fight referee...
Nope not glamorous. Definitely important, but yes. Some days feels like Groundhog day.
(even dirty hippies feel like that i suppose)
Byootiful.
You are changing the lives you're responsible for and that's the most important.
A friend of mine felt that she had a lot more to offer than just being a mom, so she became a counselor to help unwed, pregnant teens. She raised money to help, and coordinated with schools so there was a program where they could bring their babies and still graduate.
In the meantime, both her unwed teenagers got pregnant. One said it was the only way she could get her mother's attention.
I agree that there's a time and a season, and the good you do in the groundhog days will pay off eventually.
Sassy season looks fabulous on you!
Dammit, La Yen, I like you.
My unfulfilled misery likes your kind of company. Like you said, there is nothing more important, but a lot of the days are mighty rough. Though the cross dressing helps a lot.
Oh and I'd be an architect or junior college Prof (yes, my mediocre aspiration...only want a Masters baby).
love this. love your sass. and you know what--you're going out there and helping people and you're loving your jooj like no one else. you're pretty amazing.
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