Remember how I recently had a really bad week? (I wrote about it here and here). Well, Monday rolled around, as Mondays often do.
After our morning routine, the kids and I set out to Target for bananas and light bulbs (forgot to get the light bulbs, dang it) and then to the pet store to look at puppies (There were none there, thanks for asking). Steven met us there and took Gage to look at the rodents as they make my skin crawl and Gage so badly wanted to see a chinchilla.
Then two good friends and Gage's little pal came by to eat lunch and celebrate Mari's birthday and we chatted and the boys played and it was really nice to talk and to listen.
After they left and I laid the kids down for a nap and went about my afternoon tasks. And when I heard a little chirping cry from KJ upstairs she and I nursed and played while Gage slept on.
I lit a candle and poured out the train tracks and looked out the window for a while. And then I thought to myself, "Brooke, this is your bliss."
The calm, quiet reassurance that I'm doing what I am destined to do swept over me like peanut butter on bread and I felt peace.
When people ask me "what do you do?" I stumble a little.
"Oh, well, I'm a stay-at-home-mom", "I'm a homemaker", "I have two little kids who I stay home with, but I worked as a legal assistant before and I have a degree in political science and I also used to do sales and I owned a business for a few years and... what was your question?"
Oh, what do I do.
I don't cook and clean and watch kids.
I make my temple beautiful. I make life enjoyable. I nourish, I nurture. I teach. I love.
This is my bliss.
What is yours? Are you a parent? Do you love your career? Are you a student? Tell me about it.