Pre-Post Note:
YEAY! My second Monday in a row! Can you believe it? If you knew what I had going on in my head, you'd be cheerin' me on, for sure! :)
First and foremost, I am a Mom. I love being a Mom now. It's still the toughest job I've EVER had, but I do love it. I mentioned that I don't wear jewlery in a previous post. That's been the case for a while, but since I've had children, I have desired jewels less and less because I see my children as the adornment which beautifies me. They are almost always with me. And, as with other women who wear their jewelry, I feel a bit naked without them! :) Plus, I know somewhere in the Bible it says something about how children are like unto diamonds and a man who hath many is rich indeed. (I know I could look it up and link to the verse and/or get a direct quote, but I'm sharing it the way it's written on my heart: imperfection and all.)
My kiddos really are beauties. I say this as a matter of fact. I used to wish that when I had children only I would see them as beautiful. I definitely didn't get my wish. People comment on their beauty almost everywhere we go. Maybe you wonder why I would wish such a thing. It's silly maybe... but I wished it because I felt certain that if I was the only one who thought they were beautiful, then surely they'd be safe from predation or kidnapping. Stories like Elizabeth Smart's have had a tremendous impact on me... obviously!
So, my number 1 calling in this life is Motherhood. I do know that my husband should come first in my heart and life. I do recognize that I need to change my priorities back to the way they should be. They've shifted due to the multitude of deaths (my hopes and expectations)... I'm working on making it right... this man of mine definitely does NOT make that easy, though! Nor, I suppose, is he here to do so. I am, after-all, HIS helpmeet... not he mine. ahwell...
Unfortunately, I do have a work for money job. I place Foreign Exchange students in American families. It's a good job. Doens't pay much in money, but it's a good job for me. I like the work of it and it is the kind of job I'd do for free if I felt I had the time. I do NOT feel like I have the time, but do it because my husband wanted (still does) me to do something to help with the finances. I don't get paid as we go... it's a lump sum at the end of the students' stay... so it's a bit difficult, but it's income.
If I could make money at whatever I wanted to do, I would write and paint! I love to write. Can you tell? I also love to paint. My work in either art form is not of the high art sort. It's just a reflection or projection of me. And I've already shared THAT. I'm not the American ideal of beauty AND I've also shared details about HOW I'm not a beauty. So... the reflections and/or projections really aren't either.
Even though I don't make money (yet?) at writing or painting... I DO have a hope that some day I may. It could happen! Stranger things have, ya know. A girl... even a Monster Girl can hope, anyway, right?!!
I also like to crochet, read, learn, exercise, daydream, cook, and bake. Those last two I loved to do when I was young. But I lost the pleasure in it as I became an adult. Thanks to teaching and working with my eldest, I'm loving it again. The unfortunate part of that is the eating that comes after the baking and cooking. Obviously my explanation of how I look should easily reveal two things to you. 1: I have some severe problems with self-control. And 2: I like to eat.
Eating and/or food is said to be the addiction of choice among Christians. This is true for me, unfortunately. I have reduced my problems within this overarching problem by quitting chocolate. When I first quit, I really thought it would be a short-term thing... like for Lent or something. I've been off the stuff for almost 18 months now. I've definitely felt Led to keep away. MAJOR bummer if you ask me because I still think about it almost daily. Yes. I am a recovering chocoholic. I know people joke about it, but it's not a joke for me. It's an actual addiction from which I'm recovering. Seriously. And I think I'll be in recovery for the rest of my life... oh... this is the first time I'm really realizing that I probably cannot have chocolate again. Oh! The torture! *sigh*
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