"The worst enemy mankind ever had was the dastard who persuaded it that work, which might be the dearest joy we have, was...well,...work." ~ Marjorie Spock, Waldorf Schools: Kindergarten and Early GradesToday was about work. For the adults it was a dawn to dusk thing. For the children, it was a morning thing, with some peppered in throughout the evening.
Today's work, though, as mundane as it was, didn't feel like work. It felt as though there was a purpose to it. Serving those dearest to me. I could see, touch and hear the direct recipients of my efforts.
I thought back to the days when I was paid to "work". I remember my employer's efforts to create a line of sight between its employees and the customers we served. Being a corporate office employee, the line was a bit longer, and went through more people before it hit the customer, but there was a line of sight nonetheless. I remember thinking that the line made sense logically, but "the line" didn't resonate with my heart. I wasn't stirred to doing tremendous things because of those customers. I was stirred to do my best so the paycheque I brought home would be higher and my family could live more comfortably.
Fast forward almost two years. My "work" has now changed significantly, and continues to evolve. I grow and put up some of our food. I prepare our meals. I make our clothing, and clean it too. I try very hard to nourish our children's minds and hearts. Now, I also almost exclusively facilitate their learning. It's a long and diverse list. It makes for days that fly by. It makes for just as much scheduling and multi-tasking as I used to do. But something is different. I know that all of my effort directly goes into our family. At the end of each day, the sense of fulfillment I feel is greater. Those failures sting a little more too. But I am eager to get up in the morning to see what the day will bring.
I hope that if our children see one who loves work, they in turn will seek and find work that fuels their spirit and gives them energy.
Enjoy your week!