I arrived home from work yesterday to a house full of kids, er, teenagers. It was loud. It was boisterous. It was DIVINE!
When my kids were small I made a point of hosting playdates, organizing outings and always including others. I wanted my house to be the go-to place. I wanted my kids to feel free to have their friends over, and I wanted their friends to feel welcome anytime. Sometimes it was hard. Sometimes I played referee. Sometimes I bandaged knees and elbows and fingers. Sometimes I made so many PB&J’s and wiped so many sticky faces that I wondered if what I really had was a big ol’ daycare without the benefit of pay. But you know what? I was paid. Paid in smiles and hugs and thank-yous. I was happy watching my kids learn to share and interact with others. I was so proud to see their daily kindnesses as they shared toys and snacks and secrets. Let’s face it; I was in HEAVEN!
It wasn’t always easy. Mr. Farish would have preferred that I have a "real job". I knew that what I was doing was in fact the most important job I would ever have. I was preparing my kids for the world. Preparing them to become productive and responsible citizens. I was teaching them life lessons and values that they would carry forward once I was no longer there to catch them. There was no monetary amount that could ever surpass what I earned while home with my children. None!
As I entered my house last night, wandering from room to room, enjoying the laughter, listening to the various conversations, I knew that my time at home had been very well spent. Priceless!