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.
Beautiful photo. Great story.
ReplyDeleteI think it is drilled into them at school that they need a JOB. Other than the thousand jobs we do at home, I mean. :)
ReplyDeleteI love my job, too. It *is* the best job in the whole world.