Forget the Money
Ever get paid and forget that is was pay day? Me either. Until I got this great new job. I work a 14 hour shift on my feet each day. My hourly income works out to about half of minimum wage. I deal in snot and poo. But. Small hands learn to place puzzle pieces as I watch. Bright eyes light up as new words are formed. Sleepy faces press on my shoulder. Chubby toes take tenuous steps as I hover. Bouncy curls learn to share. Pensive ones open up. Laughter every day. Discovery. Today I forgot that I get paid for what I do. I am not a saint, nor do I want to work for free. No, I chose a career that fits well with our family, just as everyone does. Though, I feel as if I am one of the "lucky ones." I am made for my job. I am made better by it. I learn from it. I pray the same for you. What would you do for a living if you could do what you really want?