But right now, I am needed elsewhere.
The job is going along. Unfortunately, the training was unorganized and scattered, while the tasks of the job still demand that I perform at a certain level. This job is not one that I dreamed of nor thought I would take, but it was the job offered. And so, each morning I rise before the household, to sit with my thoughts and prepare the baby's bottle. I pray for God to quiet the uneasiness in my soul, that He may give me patience and perseverance. I go about the morning chores, minding the passing minutes, knowing that all too soon, I will sit in front of the computer, quickly striking the keys and awaiting when the clock strikes four, and I can call it a day.
Once those hours are over and done, joy returns to my spirit as I get to spend the rest of my day being a wife and a mom. Two jobs that I adore more than anything else in this world. Two jobs that I cherish beyond all belief, knowing all the while that my purpose is to do all I can to help my family, in any way I can. My husband tells me everyday how proud he is of me, and how grateful he is that I was willing to work, so he could focus on school and work on the weekends. I hear the laughter wafting down the hall, knowing that just in the other room, my husband and son are happily playing alongside one another. My son gets to have his Daddy with him everyday. My husband has the opportunity to bond with his son. They will have a bond stronger than any other, and I know, that by sacrificing my time and energy, I am doing my part.
The nights grow longer and longer, sleep becomes an elusive dream. And still, when I see how my son adores my husband, I know I am where I need to be. Sometimes, we have to stand outside the picture in order for others to shine.
Nothing compares to their love....