A Good Lesson
Waiting until you "have enough time" or "a little more energy" or "the right inspiration" is like well never gonna happen. So I'm just gonna start writing and hopefully something will come to me.
I'm gonna sound pretty juvenile saying this but I feel like at thirty I am beginning to get a fundamental truth that our parents or grandparents probably figured out in middle school, something I am positive Hubby's cousin, Kyle has already figured out, you guessed it, in middle school. Life is work, hard work and you either hate it 'cause you don't like to work or you develop a good work ethic and find joy at the work of your hands. Kyle helps with his family business. He told me, with pride that made my heart burst, about the work he does with his dad, uncle and grandpa, digging holes, putting in septic tanks, moving sand etc. He was super nonchalant about it, but he is clearly proud of the work he does, man's work.
I complain about my work...often. Whine about needing a vacation because things are to stressful, bemoan blah blah blah. At thirty though I feel like I am finally getting what Kyle has already figured out. There is a right kind of pride when you can lay your head down at night and know you darn well earned the night's rest coming to you. I've known that saying, but don't think it has ever seeped into my core like it has now. I don't do back breaking labor but I can say I do a lot of emotional breaking labor or heart breaking labor (encouraging my baby girl to not need me to walk, or eat, or go the bathroom... God help me when someday I watch her drive away to college or the other million things between now and then and after).
At night when I know I've done what I could to make sure my home is a safe haven for Hubby and Wiggles or for any friends that cross my threshold, after I've ventured all over tarnation for what we know as errands, been the best mother, wife, friend, daughter, sister, I know to be and striving to do better next time... I can lay my head down with pride and like Kyle, humility.
Thanks Kyle. God used you to teach me and we didn't even know. :)
I'm gonna sound pretty juvenile saying this but I feel like at thirty I am beginning to get a fundamental truth that our parents or grandparents probably figured out in middle school, something I am positive Hubby's cousin, Kyle has already figured out, you guessed it, in middle school. Life is work, hard work and you either hate it 'cause you don't like to work or you develop a good work ethic and find joy at the work of your hands. Kyle helps with his family business. He told me, with pride that made my heart burst, about the work he does with his dad, uncle and grandpa, digging holes, putting in septic tanks, moving sand etc. He was super nonchalant about it, but he is clearly proud of the work he does, man's work.
I complain about my work...often. Whine about needing a vacation because things are to stressful, bemoan blah blah blah. At thirty though I feel like I am finally getting what Kyle has already figured out. There is a right kind of pride when you can lay your head down at night and know you darn well earned the night's rest coming to you. I've known that saying, but don't think it has ever seeped into my core like it has now. I don't do back breaking labor but I can say I do a lot of emotional breaking labor or heart breaking labor (encouraging my baby girl to not need me to walk, or eat, or go the bathroom... God help me when someday I watch her drive away to college or the other million things between now and then and after).
At night when I know I've done what I could to make sure my home is a safe haven for Hubby and Wiggles or for any friends that cross my threshold, after I've ventured all over tarnation for what we know as errands, been the best mother, wife, friend, daughter, sister, I know to be and striving to do better next time... I can lay my head down with pride and like Kyle, humility.
Thanks Kyle. God used you to teach me and we didn't even know. :)
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