- make calls regarding our children’s and our loved ones futures. make appointments and travel to doctors, dentists, schools, teachers, employers, friends, family, auto repairs, etc, etc, etc
- send emails regarding everything under the sun
- do laundry
- buy groceries, knowing the food everyone likes regardless of how good it is for them
- clean the house
- feed, groom, nurse, and train the family pets
- take care of the kids, small and grown
- make meals, snacks, morning coffee
- pay the bills
- deal with every kind of paperwork
- deal with every bad mood that walks through the door
- make trips to hospitals, senior living apartments, hospices
- teach children about god or no god, spirituality, atheism
- teach, by example, what a good person is or should be
- plan birthday, anniversary, birth and death events
- arrange trips, vacations, weekend getaways
- help with homework
- find others to buy school fundraising products
- and on and on and on
and we do this, oftentimes with little or no appreciative smiles, comments, hugs or kisses. why? because we are the nurturers. we, as women, have always been the caring ones.
lately i’ve been feeling terribly under appreciated. yet when i looked into those feelings, i find that they’re unwarranted. why? because what i see, over the long term, is that all that hard work pays off with interest. how? watching my oldest daughter and how she’s filled with light and life. how she appreciates her family and friends. how she’s excited about her daily experiences. and how kind she is to others.
i used to say that if my children grow up to be kind, compassionate, caring individuals, i’ve done my job. so far so good. i feel appreciated.