Last week's post spurned some more thoughts from me. I don't think it's necessarily bad to feel guilty about being a working mother. I think that sometimes guilt propels you into action - to really step back and re-evaluate what is happening to potentially change it if possible. If change isn't possible, it's okay to work through that guilt and make a situation the best it can be. And that's where I'm at.
I can't change that I work. It's a necessity for our family - and I've grown to love what I do. I help people and serve people - the sick, the weak, those who otherwise have no one. And I get to come home and tell my girls that I helped a sick child or a young mother or an older grandfather who lived a full life with his children and grandchildren at his side.
I get to see real human emotion and feel an air and vulnerability that not many people feel until it's their own family member in that bed. I get to experience more of Jesus in people, more of Jesus in the room, more of Jesus in my own heart and my own work. I can't change that I work. But I can remember this.
I am doing good work. I am doing important work. And I get to make my children proud with that. And hopefully my work can be an example for them growing in this world - how they can be a mother absolutely in love with her children while also working at something wholly good.
You have my whole heart, my girls, forever and ever.
Thank God there is always more to spare.
In between tweeting, reading books to my daughters, and [not] burning mac n cheese, I am the Founder + Creative Director of Blessed is She women's ministry + community.