Me: "Gracie, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
Gracie: "I want to be a Mommy, because then I won't miss my family. And Moms get to do Everything."
Everything is right. It's the one job that encompasses about 30 different careers. From counseling to nursing, culinary arts to detective work...Being a mom means you get to do Everything. And I love that she said
get - not
have to. Because it is a privilege to raise little ones. She about melted my heart when she said that. What a sweetie.
Earlier in the school year, one of my students said to me,
"Mrs. Tait, you
only teach second period every day? Wow. So do you just go home and hang out until your husband gets done with work?"
If hanging out means scrubbing toilets, changing diapers, playing Duck Duck Goose, running errands and making dinner...then YES. That's what I do. Out of all the jobs I have had - being a mom has been the most difficult. (Even more difficult than knocking on the door of a family who just got news that their son had been killed in Afghanistan...and asking them to talk about it?!)
That was an extremely hard day as a reporter in Montana, and I ended up sharing a very special bond with that family...but
yes, being a mom takes even more courage than that. Because moms shape the future. And that can be quite intimidating. However, with the difficulty of the job - comes the overwhelming reward.
Gracie told me yesterday, "When Heavenly Father looks down from his window in heaven - He sees me and He knows me."
How true that is for all of us.
Here are some other recent
Gracie-isms:
(During her bedtime prayer)
"Please bless President Monson (Pause)
and President Obama."
She started routinely praying for our Commander in Chief after she saw me watching the State of the Union Address months ago.
Gracie calls the Golden Arches
"Old McDonalds
" NEVER just "McDonalds". She is so friendly. She is always approaching new people when we are out and about. Gracie doesn't really have a filter. I mean, what four-year-old does? But she is is so outgoing and innocent that I can usually count on being embarrassed during our weekly errands. Here's an example:
We are eating at the Food Court in the mall. A woman with extremely short hair, a plaid lumberjack shirt and a slightly deeper voice approaches our table. She asks us where we got the chicken noodle soup we are enjoying. I tell her we bought it at the Chick-fil-A. She thanks us for the information and turns around.
Gracie says SO loudly: "I really liked that MAN. HE was nice!"
The lady heard. I felt like yelling, I can see you are carrying a purse...I know you are a woman. But I didn't think it would help.
It feels like we have been waiting for such a long time to get into the rotation at Primary Children's Hospital. Pediatric Urologists are scheduled out months in advance. However, next week is Sienna's appointment. We are anxiously awaiting that. She continues to be a trooper - even though she is dealing with discomfort.