A Drop.

I was having a bad day, a bad week.

Sometimes it's hard to feel what you do matters when you change diapers, feed mouths and clean house all day. It's easy to look at those in the work world REALLY making a difference.

It's easy to start resenting your husband because he gets to leave every day, do something worthwhile. It's easy to start losing your self-confidence when he goes to work with women that are nicely dressed, well groomed and then comes home to me that hasn't even taken a shower yet.

It's easy to start getting upset about the little things- like changing your shirt for the 4th time and getting puked on immediately after.

I was having a bad day.

Then I walked by the Mothers & Daughters calendar my mom gave me years ago. It was flipped to January 10th, the last day I had time to flip it to.

What it has printed for January 10th was no accident. That was for me today, even though it is not January 10th.

It read:

"What we do is less than a drop in the ocean. But if that drop were missing, the ocean would lack something. "
-Mother Theresa


I forget sometimes that I do matter. That changing diapers and feeding mouths and cleaning house is making a difference- for my family. That staying home with my boys is making a difference in their lives. That my husband loves me just the way I am, pukey shirts, no showers and all. That I wouldn't have it any other way.