Guest post by Caroline Kelley
The Unseen Hero
As the sun rises, so does a mother’s eyes.
Like a well-oiled machine, she begins her day mechanically.
Going through the motions, without skipping a beat- making breakfast, packing lunches, cleaning up spills, dressing herself and her children, school drop offs and driving herself to clock in for an 8-hour shift.
When she clocks out, she fights through traffic to pick up her children from school, gets home, starts the laundry, begins making dinner, helps with homework, cleans, bathes the children, reads them a story, and puts them to bed.
In the quiet hours, while the children sleep, she still works. She finishes laundry, cleans the home, pays the bills, and makes the list for the next day’s tasks.
For 8 hours per weekday, she works for someone else.
For every other waking hour per day, she works tirelessly for her children.
One pays a salary, the other pays with love.
A mother’s work is never finished, you see, as even in the depths of sleep, her mind worries for all the what-ifs, unfinished tasks, and well-being of her children.
Her work is often overlooked and underappreciated, yet she carries on with a heart full of love.