Sometimes I really get tired of the nicknames that others give me. Supermom, superwoman, I even had a lady call me "Mary Poppins" the other day. Yeah right. I don't feel like I do any more than any stay at home mom does. In fact, I feel like I do much less than I should.
Yes, the dishes get done, and the trash goes out, and the laundry gets folded, and the toilet gets scrubbed (well, sometimes), and the bed gets made, and the kids get fed, and the floor gets swept... But what about the important things? What about spending time teaching my children about the only One who can save them? What about getting up early for some alone time with God? What about putting down the unfolded laundry, and choosing to help a little one with a puzzle. What about playing ballerina and doing somersaults on the bed? What about cuddling the children and spending time saying goodnight?
When did a clean house and facebook become more important than the four little blessings that God has entrusted to me? When did my priorities become so upside down that I put a clean kitchen in front of making my children smile?
If I have the gift of prophecy, and know my children’s bents and God’s plan for their lives, and know all mysteries and all knowledge, and am the keeper of the teacher’s editions and solutions manuals, and if I have all faith, so as to move mountains, and even keep up with my giant piles of laundry and dishes, but do not have love, I am nothing, even if all the people at church think I’m Supermom. ~Misty Krasawski