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