Seasons.

I know I'm in the right profession when Mondays are my favorite day of the week. We're not very busy, it's just baby and me, and I get to putter. I don't do much puttering, usually. 

Once I had a young person suggest to me that I must not get much exercise being at home all day.

Let's let that sink in a little. Wait . . .

Yeah, no. We have a two story house and a lot of laundry. I have a toddler who loves me more than all else. Elmo comes close, but Elmo can't carry her around, especially not up and down stairs, which I do probably 15-20 times a day. I'm not out running a marathon, but I'm moving around for sure.

The other days of the week I go up and down the stairs trying to get kids ready to get out the door. Then I have to make sure I'm actually dressed, have combed my hair and brushed my teeth, and am not wearing my house slippers. We go to MOPS, music class, swimming, the gym, the grocery store, the bus stop, soccer, meetings, and other kid-friendly places. 

It's a good life, but "stay-at-home-mom" is a misnomer. Except Mondays. Well, we go to swimming, but that's later in the morning so it doesn't feel like such a rush.

My profession right now is a stay-at-home-mom. A chicken-with-its-head-cut-off-mom, maybe. (Cluck.) But it's my season and it's a good one.

Ecclesiastes 3:1, 9-13

1 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.

9-13 What do workers gain from their toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on the human race. He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end. I know that there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to do good while they live. That each of them may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all their toil - this is the gift of God.

Thank you, God.