“Then I looked on all that my hands had done and the labor I had spent in doing it, and behold, all was vanity and a striving after the wind and a feeding on it, and there was no profit under the sun”
-Ecc 2:11
-Ecc 2:11
My name is Michelle and this is my web log of things I think about and experience that I believe are worth sharing. By stating that I’m a “master mom”, I don’t mean I am some type of martial arts warrior mother, or an extremely awesome super mom (although I’d like my kid to think that), I wanted a double meaning for this blog. I’m a “stay-at-home” mom as the saying goes. It’s a title often misunderstood by those who have yet to experience it. I’m still brainstorming on a better sounding label (oooh Master Mom is a possibility), yet my hope is that us “stay-at-homers” know how misleading a label can be. Two and a half years ago I found out I was pregnant, in addition to such news I also found out that I was accepted into a graduate program for education, which utilized the arts and Gardner’s theory of multiple intelligences within the classroom. Journeying through both experiences, motherhood and a master’s degree (hence the MASTER MOM), have greatly impacted my life and I'm finally getting around to write about it!
For me, writing is an outlet that helps formulate my thoughts, my actions, reactions and my experiences. It provides a necessary means for my own artistic need for expression, to connect to self, to people, and my overall existence in this fascinating world. Motherhood has been the most challenging responsibility I have yet to face. It is a job, an extremely demanding one. A job by which performance is measured by what you put in. The position involves late nights, early mornings, and long days with no required breaks. This job is not partial to personal problems, and keeping up demands patience coupled with prayers. It’s a balancing act that involves many sacrifices, but the blessings outweigh the breakdowns. The pay is not calculated, and its wage is innumerable, yet the perks are priceless. At the end of the day it’s worth every minute, for it’s more than a job, it’s a calling.
BUT let’s face it, I do not always feel that optimistic. There are many days when I wish that hide and seek would last for hours and I could just sit in the dark closet and take a nap, or I could sleep in and lose all sense of hearing knowing that everything will still be okay if I don’t get up, or to experience one night of complete and total silence where I could sit for hours and do crafts, and read books and scribble in my notebook, or this or that and my list could go on and on and on...
but I shall stop...for a wise man once said to me, it will be worth it all if I can simply learn to
REST IN THE NEST
