My title.

This morning I woke up with high expectations for the day. I was going to have an amazing quiet time with Jesus, sip my coffee, basque in the silence of sleeping boys... and then my day would begin. I would vacuum the entire house, wash the floors, clean the bathroom, and start a few loads of laundry. Little did I know my boys had other plans for the day.

Cohen woke up about 5 minutes into my quiet time. Jaxon was up shortly after, and both of them were as needy as ever. Literally, all morning long, Cohen had to be held. The second I'd try and put him down and distract him with toys, a fountain of real tears would spill out of his eyes. Jaxon repeatedly said to me "I pay {play} Mommy?"

I was disgusted with the way that I felt annoyed for a minute. Annoyed that my plans of being this picture-perfect housewife had been crushed by the boys wants & needs. I also found myself feeling this way from time to time the last couple weeks when I'd look around and see a house that needed unpacked & decorated, but boys that needed my attention even worse. All the sudden it hit me like a ton of bricks... my job, my "title", is a stay at home Mom. I'm not a cleaning lady or a maid. I am a Mom. My boys, not my house, not my to-do list, are my priority.

I'm the first to admit that I set too high of expectations for myself. I frequently hear my husband say "who are you trying to impress?" My answer is always "no one!" -- but in reality, I guess I'm trying to impress myself. Striving to meet this image of having it all together, and in turn I have sometimes put other things in front of my real job... to love and care for my boys and raise them as God has called me to do. It is an honor and privilege to spend my days with them, nurturing and instilling in them God-honoring principles.

I was so thankful for that sweet reminder this morning. And just in case you wondered, I spent the remainder of my morning doing this:

For in Him we live and move and have our being.

Acts 17:28