“You wanna go to this cocktail party with me?” my husband asked me.
The first thought that had popped into my head was, It’s two days away! That’s not enough time to find a dress. I could have found a dress if I’d tried. My real reason for avoiding the event was the inevitable question, “So what do you do?”
Without fail, I’ll be standing next to my husband, nodding to the small talk and eating shrimp cocktail (hopefully without getting sauce on myself). And then someone asks me, “So, what do you do?”
I don’t know how to answer. I can’t say “I’m a teacher.” It’s been five years. Saying, “I’m Grace and Sarah’s mom,” isn’t relevant. I don’t want to be holier-than-thou with “I’m doing the most important job of all – mothering.”
It’s not that I can’t schmooze – I’ve just discovered that I don’t connect with people who have “real” jobs. They don’t want to talk about baby poop, breastfeeding, potty training or piano lessons.
I feel insignificant and intimidated by women who make important decisions all day while I decide between grilled cheese and PB&J.
Many days I wish for reading material more stimulating thanGoodnight Moon – for the opportunity to create something more meaningful than macaroni glued to a box.
But being a stay-at-home-mom is what God has asked of me in this season of life. Maybe one day I’ll have lots to say when asked, “So what do you do?” But for right now, I’m proud to be a stay-at-home-mom.
God, remind me that I’m already significant in your eyes.
*I am not that eloquent as this stage of my life so this was completely copied. Thank you, Esther Feng.