"You're doing a great work."
While Jack and I were at the mall today, an elderly gentleman stopped us and said this to me. I wasn't doing anything particularly special. Jack was in the baby carrier and we were just walking towards the store I needed to visit. But I was very touched that this man recognized me as a mother and acknowledged the work I do to raise Jack.
While I can't now imagine making any other choice, it was a difficult decision for me at the time to leave my career to stay home with Jack. I loved being a teacher, and I like to think I was pretty good at it.
Now, though, that I have spent the past seven months with my baby, I am so so glad that I made the choice I did. I miss teaching. A whole lot. But to miss everything I get to see Jack do every day, crawling and babbling and finally sitting up? That would be unbearable.
I'm very blessed that I even get to stay home with Jack each day. Some mothers don't have that luxury. That doesn't make them bad moms. I know that those moms love their kids just as much as I love Jack.
Being a mother is work. But that man at the mall was right. It's a great work. Every mother that loves her child, no matter what her situation, is doing a great work.
Whew! Heavy stuff! But I was touched, and I've been trying harder to be appreciative of those moments. So there you go. Go moms!