If you have a son or daughter under the age of 12 with an active, awesome imagination, you probably find legos in every single room, surface, coat pocket, drawer, nook and cranny of your home. Today, no joke, I found legos in the car, in the MAILBOX, on the trampoline and in the wood pile in the backyard. My first reaction was to complain, FIERCELY. I mean, seriously, I spend 90% of my life cleaning up toys, changing sheets, doing laundry, calendaring the family events (read husband's ministry schedule) , cooking, doing dishes, and trying to get the kids to read as much as possible. I do a lot. A damn lot. So much that it's easy to feel self-righteous. And, it's easy to dream about the career I all but sacrificed to stay home and raise my kids.
Until I imagine the day the legos are gone.
The day the legos are gone is the day my baby has grown up and left, moved on to those Responsible Things beyond childhood that wait for all our kids. Suddenly, I understand that the temporary sacrifice of career, prestige, and easy accolades is nothing compared to the benefits I reap from interaction with my kids on a daily basis.
Hopefully, my kids can still play with Legos when their grown.
Actually, I think I need to. Tonight......