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Executive Suite—and Sour

I don’t care what society’s misconceptions and stereotypes are about mothers.  I want to be one.  I negotiated a few rungs of the corporate ladder once and concluded that stockholder profits are relatively unimportant to me compared with the grand significance of raising a child.

I don’t want raises or reviews, but memories—of a baby’s milk-sated sigh, a toddler’s first steps and sticky kisses.  I don’t want to be a professor;  just a chance to weave into the lives of my precious ones the ribbons of my teaching.  I don’t want an executive title, but love hearing an adult daughter come back to “Mama” after a decade of “Mom.”

I don’t care much about corporate goals.  Give me rather, a small moldable life to shape.  I don’t care to stress over balance sheets.  Only to balance the hard work and sheer joy of leading someone through the fleeting moments of childhood. 

I have no desire to break the glass ceiling, but to build a sanctuary for the broken heart of a teen.  Someone else can have the gold watch.  I never plan to retire.

This is my chosen path.  It is not an easy way.  For, from the pangs of its beginnings it is a labor.  From birth to release, there is pain.  Yet also it’s a journey to love and growth.  From exuberant joy to wrenching heartache, I cherish the privilege of mothering my children.  As a part of the mysterious continuum of creation I embrace and celebrate this facet of womanhood, thanking God for both the satisfaction and the struggle.  I thank Him for letting me be a mother.

“I will bless her and she shall be a mother…” Gen. 17:16