For me, it isn’t a question of what I love most, but who. That would be my son. I already do the hardest, strangest, most worrisome, enlightening, uplifting and scariest job in the world. See, I’m a working mom.
Never in my life have I held a position that wields so much influence and authority while also possessing so much fear and uncertainty. Thoughts like ” Am I messing my son up by not being with him?” and “I wonder what I’ve missed today” flow constantly through my mind.
While my fears abound in my position of ”Mom”, I have great triumphs as well when I hear my son tell his friends that I taught him how to cook macaroni in the microwave or that I taught him what the word “respect” means. I heart fills with pride to hear him introduce a child he has just met as “my friend”. Or to watch him demonstrate something he has learned. I encourage his artistic ability and praise his intelligence. I reprimand his bad decisions and discuss alternative actions for the future. I allow him to dream. I let him be a kid. Full of wonder and innocence and goodness and I pray fervently that he retains that as he grows older.
I cannot say that I am changing the world. I can say that the beginning of change in the world starts at home. It starts with mom and dad. There is no way to measure the value of that.