Posts Tagged ‘motherhood’

Do The Next Thing

January 25, 2010

A poem.  If you know the poet, please let me know…

Do The Next Thing

At an old English parsonage down by the sea,
there came in the twilight a message to me.
Its quaint Saxon legend deeply engraven
that, as it seems to me, teaching from heaven.
And all through the hours the quiet words ring,
like a low inspiration, ‘Do the next thing.

Many a questioning, many a fear,
many a doubt hath its quieting here.
Moment by moment, let down from heaven,
time, opportunity, guidance are given.
Fear not tomorrow, child of the King,
trust that with Jesus; do the next thing.

Do it immediately, do it with prayer,
do it reliantly, casting all care.
Do it with reverence, tracing His hand,
who placed it before thee with earnest command.
Stayed on omnipotence, safe ‘neath His wing,
leave all resultings; do the next thing.

Looking to Jesus, ever serener,
working or suffering be thy demeanor,
in His dear presence, the rest of His calm,
the light of His countenance, be thy psalm.
Do the next thing.


Why “Career Mum”?

July 17, 2009

What is a career Mum?

Well, someone who sees motherhood as a career, of course!  Not a job, or what they do at the moment, or something on the side, but how they define themselves.

I first remember wanting to be a mother when I was a pre-schooler.  It was kind of a pain that I would have to wait until I grew up, met someone and got married to have kids.  Even at school when they would give us career counselling and I would say that is what I wanted to be I was faced with the ’80s mantra of “women can do more than that”.  Yes I could have children if I wanted (we need the species to continue, afterall), but we don’t really dedicate our lives to it, do we?  Do we?

Or do we?

Yes, I was very good at school.  Dux kind of good.  But I loved the domestic arts.  I went to uni.  I studied engineering and science (that is what “smart” girls do, right?)  I worked as a professional.  I was waiting to be a Mum.

I continuously chose relationships over work, much to the detriment of my “career”.  Even if they ended up being the wrong relationship, it was worth the risk.  Work, like uni, was what I did while I was waiting.

And then one day there were two little lines on a white stick.  At last it was coming together.

Being a full-time stay-at-home Mum is hard.  It can be brain-numbing and frustrating.  There is very little respect.  There is no money (although everyone assumes you must have lots).  There are no breaks – not even toilet breaks, so forget about days off or sick leave.  There is minimal adult conversation.

And it is the best job in the whole world.  I am glad that it is mine.