Wednesday, January 28, 2009
The Best Job
The other day Julia was sitting in my lap stroking my face. For a child who is so strong willed, she is also so tenderhearted and loving.
She asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I smiled and told her I was already grown up. She seemed quite amazed that I was an adult. (What does that mean???)
She wanted to know what my job was. I told her I was a mommy.
"What??? That's your job? No it's not! Really, what's your job?"
I insisted that I was just a mommy. She insisted that just couldn't be.
"What do you do all day? What's your job?"
I resisted reviewing all the many things I do all day, every day and just told her again that I was her mommy. And John David's and Aulora's and Joshua's. And I told her that it was the best job in the whole world.
She smiled and nuzzled against me.
I smiled too because moments like that are exactly what make my job the best there is.