Maybe I'm just a little too feminist (whatever that word means these days), but being a stay-at-home mom often feels more like being a slave than feeling like a divine gift from our Heavenly Father.
I'm constantly picking up after others, scrubbing toilets, making meals, cleaning up meals, grocery shopping, washing dishes, mopping....whatever maids do, I do it too. All day. And then some. The worst part is that it never ends. There's always more to do and there are always so many ways that I'm not doing enough. My child doesn't know enough, my house isn't clean enough or organized enough of pinteresty enough, I'm not patient enough, my house isn't cute enough, I'm not cute enough...(I could go on for days here, people!).
I feel like a broken record saying this again, but it's hard for me to feel important as a homemaker.
A few weeks ago I was reading in my scriptures and stumbled onto this:
And behold, I tell you these things that ye may learn wisdom; that ye may learn that when ye are in the service of your fellow beings ye are only in the service of your God. (Mosiah 2:17)
So, there you have it! By serving those in my home, I am serving my Heavenly Father! What could be more important than that?
That stack of dishes doesn't look quite so bad anymore.