Does anyone else suspect that Ms. Laurentis was not hired merely for her sweet cooking skills?
I was feeling cynical about how sometimes I feel like a glorified babysitter (also cook, cleaning lady, and general slave, not so glorified) this morning, and I had an epiphany. I am not just a babysitter. I am a mother, and that actually means something more than just massive piles of diapers and dishes. I need to be grateful that I have little squishy munchkins to hug, kiss, and address in a ridiculous high-pitched baby voice whenever I want. It is a privilege to take care of their every need. I need to write down what a privilege it is, and read it over and over on days (such as today) when they tag team awaken and scream every hour all night.
Also on the less cynical side, I feel that our bodies are an awesome gift. I feel God is sending us a message by rewarding us for exercise with less depression, less anxiety, more firm hot muscles, stronger lungs, sparklier eyes, etc. This message means that your body is a gift, and if you take care of it properly it probably pleases the Giver. While I reserve the right to change my mind about plastic surgery when I am wrinkly and floppy instead of smooth and perky, right now I just think that most people I know who have surgically "improved" themselves were very beautiful in the first place. Oh excuse me, I think I tripped on my soap box.
Happy New Year.