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.
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.
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?