In the book Turn My Mourning into Dancing, Henri Nouwen tells of an old priest who said to him, "I have always been complaining that my work was constantly interrupted, then I realised that the interruptions were my work."
As a stay-at-home mom, this struck a chord with me. It is easy to get caught up in the cooking, cleaning and laundry, and to forget that the most important task is caring for my children. Not just changing diapers, fixing snacks, and wiping noses. My real work is to nurture, teach and guide. The reality is that my children will be with me for a relatively short time, and my relationship with them now lays the foundation for the rest of their lives.
There may be toys all over the floor and supper is running late, but the interruptions are my work.
