Sometimes I forget what my job really is as a mom. I can easily get caught up in the day to day checklist of making meals, cleaning up afterwards, picking up toys, doing laundry, making phone calls, responding to emails, picking up again and then folding some more laundry. Before I know it the day is over and I never did get to see the newest Beyblade Mason created or redo the girls’ babies hair. Ugh. The guilt sinks in.

But I have a clean house. And the kids are fed and the laundry is done. Yes, all good things. All things that are needed to help our family run smoothly and healthily. But is it more important than putting off the most important little people in my world? No.

I want my days work to include those victories of swinging super high on the swings and flipping off the monkey bars. My work also includes changing baby outfits, watching an intense Beyblade battle and throughly talking about the latest lego ship that has been created. In between throwing in a load of laundry and sweeping the kitchen floor I want to hear Mason read a book and watch the girls work on their letters. My days work includes making chipmunk traps, playing with moon dough and ending the day with popsicle cheers.

My full time job is being a mom. Why wouldn’t my work day include these things? This is the heart of my job. Its in the little activities that I learn more about these gifts I have been given to raise up. I have the opportunity to speak into their hearts, to train them up and love on them even in the simplest of moments.

Right here, this is my job. I don’t want to forget that.

So popsicle cheers to that!