Get Out Of My Head Freddy Mercury! (Why Mothering Is A Great Profession)

“I have a sparkle prize for you,” he says, placing a closed fist on my desk.
I look.
I look harder.

“It’s pretend,” my three year old informs me, “the prize I gave you is a sparkle prize.”
I smile. I’m sitting in my ratty wicker chair, the one with an appropriated couch pillow to prevent poking.  I’m trying to write brilliance but I fell asleep in the rocking chair again last night, so when I type nothing comes out except for Queen quotes. Weird.

My neck hurts, the coffee isn’t working, and I’m feeling an extra dose of inadequacy. I live my life to music that refers to the ABC’s and 123’s, or at least Little Ducks. My world is small things; Little Ducks, Little Turtles, Little Sleep, Little Frogs, Little Patience and NOT ENOUGH MILK! For a minute, my life seems too small to write about. Too insignificant.

“The homemaker has the ultimate career. All other careers exist for one purpose only – and that is to support the ultimate career.” -C.S. Lewis



I’ve spent most of my life looking for fame and fortune and everything that goes with it. Now I’m on diaper duty, living anonymously in the suburbs. I know that raising children is a most important job, but today it’s just so hard to remember what I know.

The truth is, sparkle prizes are invisible, hidden under egos and dirty diapers. Being a Mommy is important, not glamorous, but honorable. Being a Mother is a sparkle prize.

We are the Champions, my friend.

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28 thoughts on “Get Out Of My Head Freddy Mercury! (Why Mothering Is A Great Profession)

  1. Motherhood IS a sparkle prize. Perfect.

    And although I've already admitted I am NOT an overachiever (so perhaps this will not make you feel better despite my intentions) I would have been incapable of creating even a fraction of the brilliance you share on this blog back when my world was all about the “little.”

    Your words, your pictures, your metaphors, your boys? Brilliance.

    Sparkly brilliance, if you will.
    Which (as you know) is the best kind.

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  2. so glad for you in my life, you with the gentle reminder to hold close those sparkle prizes in the middle of my obscurity and inadequacy.

    and one can't go wrong with Queen.

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  3. I <3 you bigtime. And those boys of yours will rise up and call you blessed.

    P.S. I'm stealing you C.S. Lewis quote for my Facebook. Us old homemakers need enoucouragment, too. xox

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  4. I loved this quote when I read it on here yesterday. And then the evening hit, I got cranky, I woke up and forgot about it. I think I need to post both the Lewis quote and “being a Mommy is important, not glamorous, but honorable. Being a Mother is a sparkle prize.” on my fridge.

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  5. who wants to live forever?
    anyone who's got sparkle prizes to spare, that's who.

    this post was all sorts of yummy. 🙂 not enough milk–is that tobin nursing you dry?

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  6. so perfectly written, to adress those same inadequacies i'm feeling tho my oldest is almost 17 and my youngest is independent and they are all moving too fast. just like when they were little and loved little frogs and little turtles and the little i miss.{do you know one duck that got stuck in the muck??}
    plus, you got a sparkle prize. how amazing is that?! i just got a snake my son SWEARS he never lost in the house in the first place. yes, a real live snake. that's my prize!
    xo

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