What's really important...

Today a woman spoke church and it made me feel better about myself.

She taked about how she studied music in college and could have gone on to have an opera career, but she chose being a wife and mother instead.

That is EXACTLY what I did.

Sometimes I sit and have a pitty party for myself and say, "Oh, wo is me...(ok, I don't actually say that, but you get the idea.) I have nothing to be proud of, no career, no income of my own..." and it's usually while I'm sitting here folding laundry.

However, the speaker reminded me today that being a wife and mother is a very important job, and something to be especially proud of. I am shaping a life, guiding a soul to make good choices, supporting my husband who provides for our family and works hard. I am a cheerleader, a counselor, a baker, laundress... (sounds glamorous, huh?), nurse, technician, plumber, electrician, problem solver, doggy groomer, etc.

When I get to Heaven, I don't think they are going to ask me at the pearly gates "Did you make it to the Met?" I think they'll say "Did you make time for your child? Did you support your husband? Did you serve where you could? Did you sing at every funeral you possible could stand?"

I can answer sincerely that I certainly tried my best to be a good wife and mother. I dedicated my life to my family. If that isn't worth more brownie points than being a fameous opera star, then I don't know what is.

I'm glad I went to church today. It made me remember what is really important.