#tbt blog post… So good to know, September 2010

When I first had the dream I wrote about in yesterday’s post, I was confused about the baby I had scooped out of the water.  Why a baby?  I wondered.

It then became clear to me that the baby represented the next generation or my responsibility to teach my children.

I have a responsibility to pull my children out of the water.  A task that becomes increasingly harder as the swimming pool grows ever larger. I must teach them to seek the dry ground for themselves.  To desire more than the empty promises of this world. I have to do better.

Which brings me to this throwback blog post from 2010.  On this day I was given a gift, a gentle reminder of the importance of my job as a mother.

Reflecting on my dream and now this post, I’m reminded that though my kids are older now and capable of independence, which gives me added independence of my own, my work is not yet complete.  My kids still walk on the edge–as do all who walk in this world–in danger of slipping into the water at any time.  And my job.  My one job. Is more important than ever.

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So good to know…

September 22, 2010

A strange thing happens when one becomes a small town person, and now I find myself saying things like, “Aww man, I don’t want to drive into town today.”  Into town? Really? Who am I?

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t have to make round trips into town and back 20 times a day (slight exaggeration) but I do, across horrid, bumpy dirt roads no less.

So sometimes, after picking up one kid and waiting for another to finish music lessons or the like, I hang out in town instead of driving back and forth. This process often irritates me because I always have SO MUCH TO DO at home.

But on Monday I was given a gift. While hanging out in town watching my kids play at the park a sweet gift flooded my mind and my heart as I heard the Spirit whisper, “This is your one job. The most important job you will ever do.”

It wasn’t a warning voice as in, “This is your one job so you better not mess it up.” But a sweet reminder, a special feeling of permission given to me by a loving Father in Heaven that it was okay for me to put all other things aside because this, my one job, was what mattered the very most.

Now, because of this precious gift, when I’m with my kids I am really–WITH MY KIDS. The need for multitasking is gone. Because after all,

I only have one job.