“Don’t ever say you’re just a mom.”
I spun around, startled at the realization that my conversation wasn’t private. I was talking to the cashier at a local toy store about school and pursuing a career in writing. Both my boys were tiny at the time, and before I knew it the statement that I was “just a mom” spilled out of my mouth.
I wasn’t that I didn’t think mothering was important. It had more to do with other’s perception. Or at least, that’s what I thought.
When I turned I saw an older man standing there. He looked me square in the eye and said words I desperately needed to hear during that season.
“What you’re doing is the most important job there is.”
I nodded and thanked him, not sure what else to say. I was amazed at God’s ability to use a complete stranger to encourage me during a time of my life when I felt lost and defeated. And in an instant, I knew I was where God wanted me. My doubt and apprehension was replaced with confidence and security.
But old habits have tendency to resurface, don’t they?