Moms are amazing- this week we are celebrating motherhood with guest posts from some of my favorite Moms (real life friends as well as blog friends!) about being a Mom. At the end of each post we will giveaway the writer’s favorite tvp piece, so be sure to read each one to be inspired and then comment at the end to enter!
Today’s post is from Julie from the fabulous blog Joy’s Hope.
Julie is inspirational and I’ve loved following her sweet family over the years,
her blog is one of my daily reads.
Have a box of tissues handy the first time you read her story.
For a season in my life I worked in the back office of a Neurology practice.
Not my dream job. Not glamorous. But it paid the bills, and I got to wear scrubs.
The doctors were a far cry from Dr. Mc Dreamy. More like McGrouchy and McSuperweirdo.
Each day I did the same thing. Make charts, pull charts, copy charts, fax charts, alphabetize charts, mail charts.
Like I said, far from glamorous.
You better believe I was the best darn chart puller/ maker/ copier/ faxer/ alphabetizer/ mailer/ the office ever did see.
Why? Because it was my job. Because my parents raised me with an incredible work ethic, to always try my best. My best I did try. The doctors hardly noticed. The patients had no idea of what went on behind the giant filing cabinets. But I knew.
They were counting on me to have the charts ready so their day could go smoother. My diligence and consistency was a blessing to them. I was placed in that office for a very specific reason. Although to the outside, it wasn’t that important, without me, the office would be in chaos.
Without the charts ready for the day, patients couldn’t be seen. If patients couldn’t be seen, the doctors could not take care of people in need.
So now, as a mother I try to think back on my time in the office. To the endless charts. The unnoticed hard work. The value that I was to the practice.
I think of it as I fold the countless loads of laundry. Change another diaper. Sweep up the kitchen floor. Fill another sippy cup.
I try to do my best. Give them my best. Even in the far from glamorous work. The unnoticed work. Because caring for them is my job.
If I worked diligently, happily, and faithfully, for strange doctors who paid me a pithy $7.50 an hour, how can I grumble and complain when I am in charge of raising wild, beautiful, phenomenal, complex, humans?
Small humans who happen to pay me in love, kisses, snuggles, laughter, drawings, and their whole hearts.
Taking care of them is my dream job.
My job is pretty rad.
Julie’s giveaway: Julie is giving away one of our vintage starfish necklaces…
Simply leave us a comment below to enter.
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(leave separate comments for each please)
Julie will randomly pick a winner (winner will be posted on mother’s day).