What an Honor

I have come to realize in my fifteen years of motherhood that staying home and raising my children is an honor.  These days so many are told that being home and doing the “mundane” work of raising childen, keeping a home, and joyfully supporting a working husband is nothing short of slavery.  Not only that but if choosing this sort of lifestyle is your ultimate goal in life, you certainly must be lazy and unambitious.  These sorts of thoughts are so prevailant in our culture.  During these fifteen years of “slavery,” I have become the woman that I am certain God designed me to be.  The laughter and giggles of my little ones are daily music to my ears.  The look of my two oldest daughters faces when they have learned the knowledge that has been put before them homeschooling, brings such a feeling of accomplishment to my soul.  The excitement every daughter, son, dog, cat, and mommy feel when the sound of daddy’s truck comes up the driveway at the end of the day, is truly the highlight of my day.  This isn’t because I finally get a break but this is the time of day where everyone and everything come together.  Where the laughter of the day is relived.  The saddness of the day is put to rest.  But most of all it is the time for my family to be whole and complete.  While daddy is away all is well but with daddy home all is content.  To all of those who view this lifestyle as ”mundane,” I say with a smile, “What an honor!”