So, I went to church on Sunday (that is pretty normal), and I got heck from someone!
Let me set the scene. This particular Sunday, those involved in the various areas of Christian education (kids club teachers, small group leaders, etc) were being prayed for. Those people were asked to stand, to show the congregation who was being prayed for. Then, the leader asked anyone who is a teacher in a school to stand, as well. After that, more people stood, and then they prayed.
It was then that I got a bruising elbow to my ribcage. My daughter, sitting beside me, then whispers, “you are a teacher, why didn’t you stand up?” To which I answered, “honey, I am not a teacher, and you need to consider a future in football!” “Mom, you teach people every day, you are a teacher, and you should be standing.”
What is a teacher? Dictionaries will tell you a teacher is someone who teaches, or a person who educates students. I guess, by those definitions I am a teacher, but that is not my ‘title’, officially, or in my heart.
My title is Educational Assistant, and it is a role I love. But, I have to be honest, what I am paid to do is not as important as what I feel called to do. For me, whether teaching my daughter to paint furniture, or teaching “Lifeskills” to a student at school, I am called to do it with the heart of a mother. It is from that calling that I do pretty much everything else.
Years ago, when I was pregnant with our eldest daughter, I was also working in a home for disabled adults. There were up to five living in this home, and as an employee I was responsible for everything from personal care, to making meals, to housecleaning, to planning and taking them to social events. My title was Residential Care Aide. I loved my job, and the people I cared for.
Then I had my baby girl.
When I returned to work, six months later, everything was different. All of a sudden, those five residents had become the sons and daughter of someone. It felt as though my eyes were opened to seeing them in a new way, as new creations. Even though most of them had no contact with their families, even though most had given their children over to the care of the province, they were the adult children of someone.
I would go to work after having had a snuggle with my daughter, breathing in her baby scent, and see a man in his fifties, not as the stinky, non verbal, man that I had known before my giving birth, but a man who one day was snuggled by his mother, who too had enjoyed his baby scent.
Or, I would leave home after having cleaned up the over-turned plant that my daughter pushed over from the curiosity of toddler-hood, and see the young woman, not with just mischief in her eyes, but wonder for how things work.
The people who I assisted with life did not change one bit, in the six months I was gone from work, but I had. I had become a mother. I had truly labored her into the world, and as she was being born into this world, I was being born as a new creation, a mother.
Ever since that day, I have been changed. I cannot turn off my title as mother. I cannot take a vacation or decide to quit. I cannot trade it in for a new title. And every other title I might have (Educational Assistant or Teacher) pales in comparison. But, in being a mother, my ability to fulfill those other roles is enlightened, improved and fulfilled with more purpose than I ever could have imagined.
I might never stand when teachers are asked to stand, but ask for mothers to get to their feet, and I’m the first one up!
“…what I am paid to do is not as important as what I feel called to do.” Yes, that really resonates with me. I feel the tension between the two. Sometimes it seems like the world only values the job title, when it’s probably the least informative title about who I am.
I was thinking about your comment, Kent, while I was stuck in traffic today, and heard “they don’t know that who you are is not what you do” in the Tobymac in the song “Lose My Soul” … I think that can resonate in the minds of many of us!
Have a great day,
Carole
I really enjoyed this post. Thank you. I am also a mother, a daughter, a sister, a teacher, a counselor, an artist and play so many other roles I don’t ever get be paid for. I agree that it is not only in the calling, but also the love and integrity we bring to each role that truly speaks of who we are. Far too often today, we pay tribute to title where no integrity rests at all.
Ah, “the love and integrity we bring to each role.” YES! Thanks for your ‘kindred spirit’ expression.
Carole