I’ve been away from home for five days at a work meeting, and I’m tired. It’s been a great week, fun, productive. I’ve taken care of myself, workouts, vegetables. But there’s no place like home, and I can’t wait to get back.
My husband (and Grandma and big brother and car pool friends) have held down the fort while I’ve been gone. I ordered groceries from half a country away during one lunch hour, made sure to make our family blessing call at bedtime, focused in my work meetings – even came up with some great ideas. But my brain would go back to my kids and my husband and my kitchen and it’s time to get back to them.
Still, tired as I am, I’m grateful. So grateful. I live in a country that lets me decide who I want to be. They let me decide who I want to marry, how many kids I want to have, where we want to live. I get to decide whether or not I want to work, what I want to do and how hard I want to work at it.
We take these freedoms for granted, but, sister, there are millions of women around the world who don’t have our choices.
Wherever you are in the world, take a minute to be grateful for all your freedoms, messy though they are.
Happy Friday, Mamma.