A Perfect Compliment

Today I am thankful for a small, simple compliment that just made my whole day. This morning my husband said to me, "You're a really good mom." Now I know that particular statement wouldn't mean a lot to some women, but it meant absolutely EVERYTHING to me. You see, before my kids were born, I didn't envision myself as the "Mom" type. I was going to be a career woman, a big deal in a big city like New York or Los Angeles, or at least Nashville. Sure, I might have kids some day, but that would be secondary to a career in music or radio or who knows what. That didn't happen. But the kids did, and I found my bliss. I was a Mom. A diaper-changing, boo-boo-kissing, bedtime-story-reading MOM. It was unbelievably hard, requiring unending patience, long stretches of sleepless nights, and a cast-iron constitution. But I loved it. I loved it so much, I decided to make it my full-time occupation. I loved it so much, I pulled the little boogers out of school and started teaching them at home. Sure, in today's economy it's HARD to make it on one salary. We scrimp and save like every penny is our last, but it is eternally worth it. And we'll keep on going as long as we can afford to do it. I know there are some women out there who think that we stay-at-home Moms are just miserable, unfulfilled, unambitious women whose talents are being squandered. I think I speak for many of us when I say that we wouldn't have it any other way. I'm a Mom...a really GOOD Mom. And I love it.