I am a mother.

I am a

• diaper changing,
• boo boo kissing,
• animal cracker eating,
• hug giving,
• cold coffee nuking,
• laundry washing,
• daddy skyping,
• toy tripping,
• Christmas tree ornament wrangling,
• grey roots up-touching,
• apron wearing,
• hubby kissing,
• muffin baking,
• sometimes dinner making,
• often takeout grabbing,
• quickly praying,
• Pinterest pinning,
• ABC's singing,
• highchair wiping,
• dishwasher loading,
• little girl rocking,
• hesitantly entertaining,
• sippy cup giving,
• list making,
• well balanced meal skipping,
• toddler chasing,
• nap needing

mama.

And I couldn't be happier.

I write that because sometimes I need to remind myself.

This is my calling right now.  This is my reality.


 I was recently pursued for a job.  A great job.  Outside of the home.

I was immediately sold.  So many good things about it.  I really thought it was meant to be.

But something just didn't feel right in this mama's heart.

I thought and prayed much.

And I realized the great commitment it would be.  And what that would mean to my other calling.  My current calling.  Mother.

I cannot express how hard it was to pass on this opportunity.  I just knew I couldn't add it to my current load.  Maybe some other time in the future.  Or in some other, smaller way.

But right now my plate is full.

Overflowing.

In a good way.