Small

Sometimes I get bogged down in the mundane that is Motherhood.
The laundry.
The cooking
The cleaning.
The planning.




Sometimes, even, the joyful things can seem like chores.
The brushing of hair.
The reading of books.
The tucking in of sheets.
(especially when I am tired!)

Sometimes I wonder to myself,
"Is this what I went to school for?
Is this what I got a degree for?"
Surely I could be doing something greater with my time and talents than folding laundry and wiping bums!
Surely.




Sometimes I feel very small.
Sometimes.

But other times, it's this very smallness that brings me peace and purpose.
Because in my heart of hearts, I know, that nothing I am doing in my day to day is mundane.
It may be routine and it may be simple.
But it is great in the noblest of ways.
And surely, there is nothing greater I could be doing with my time and talents.

Surely.