February 5th - Love vs. Obligation
A house is a house is a house until love comes through the door, that is. And love intuitively goes around sprinkling that special brand of angel dust that transforms a house into a very special home for very special people: your family.
Money, of course, can build a charming house, but only love can furnish it with a feeling of home.
Duty can pack an adequate sack lunch, but love may decide to tuck a little love note inside.
Money can provide a television set, but love controls it and cares enough to say no and take the guff that comes with it.
Obligation sends the children to bed on time, but love tucks the covers in around their necks and passes out kisses and hugs, even to teenagers!
Obligation can cook a meal, but love embellishes the table with a potted ivy trailing around slender candles.
Duty writes many letters, but love tucks a joke or a picture or a fresh stick of gum inside.
Compulsion keeps a sparkling house. But love and prayer stand a better chance of producing a happy family.
Duty gets offended quickly if it isn't appreciated. But love learns to laugh a lot and to work for the sheer joy of doing it.
Obligation can pour a glass of milk, but quite often love will add a little chocolate.
I didn’t always do my work for the sheer joy of doing it, but when it came to my family I can honestly say that is just what I did.
To be a wife, a mom and the keeper of the home was all I ever wanted to do and I loved that job.
Going off to the workplace outside of the home was the hard part for me. I did it out of love for my family, but it was a choice I wished over and over again that I didn’t have to make.
They say that everything happens for a reason though and if I’d not gone back to work when I did, I wouldn’t have had the experience that I needed, that eventually led to a job to support my family and pay the bills.
I’m thankful that I was able to do that and thankful too that I finally got to retire and return to being a full time keeper of the home once more. Not that there is a family here anymore, but when they come I welcome them with open arms.
Sometimes things that last forever, take forever