>> Monday, June 27, 2016
One afternoon a couple of weeks ago, after pushing the lawn mower for over an hour, doing two loads of laundry, completing prep-work on two upcoming suppers, and going for my customary 2-mile walk, I came to a startling realization: I prefer my end-of-the-day aches and pains to be from working at home.
I like my seasonal/casual job at the accounting firm and I enjoy the people I work with and for. Part of me is always a little sad when tax season comes to its abrupt end. But the more I thought about it that afternoon ~ all exhausted and sweaty ~ the clearer it became that I simply never get the feeling of satisfaction after a day at the office that I do after a day of working at home. My back/hip feels about the same after both, and I may well have trouble climbing the stairs to the girls' room to hug them goodnight and say our prayers together, but my feelings about whether or not the day was a success ~ the sense of accomplishment ~ is VERY different.
I realized that afternoon that if I'm going to have aches and pains either way, I'd rather they come from a full day at home, serving my family, meeting their needs, accommodating some of their desires, and trying to make sure our home feels like a refuge and retreat at the end of their days at work and school.
Of having the kinds of jobs/careers that will accommodate their desires to create and have memorable experiences while still allowing them to be the full-time, stay-at-home wives and mothers to which they currently aspire when the time comes.
Understanding what brings that feeling of sweet satisfaction at the end of the day is key. It bugs me a little that it's taken me till my mid-40s to see that. I hope my girls will grasp the value much sooner.