Being a SAHM (Stay-at-Home-Mom. Who thought of these acronyms? They’re both convenient and annoying) is a luxury. After working part-time last year, I really appreciate the freedom of being at home without many outside pressures on my schedule. I’ve also been spoiled by Little Man’s independence (do you think I could write this much if he weren’t cooperative?). However, sometimes I get sidetracked by all of my projects and lose sight of the reason I am staying at home.
Case in point: I was listening to a naaleh.com shiur and working on a music project when Little Man handed me a book. It was one of those little cardboard ones, a book on counting. So cute! He wanted me to read a book to him! Adorable!
This attitude lasted about three repetitions after which I was done reading the book (how many times can I say “One Dinosaur! Two Flowers!” with interest?), but he was still fully engaged. So I kept reading it. However, I was getting impatient to return to my music project, and to pay attention to the shiur.
Then it hit me.
Taking care of Little Man is my JOB. It is what I am here to do. He is my responsibility. I am in charge of raising him and educating him. The music thing is a HOBBY. Listening to a shiur is a LUXURY.
I read that book as many times as he wanted.