Honestly, I don’t really think that before I had children I really understood the magnitude of the job. I’m not talking about the 24/7 demands, or the constant dealing with bodily fluids, or the intrinsic expense, or the mountainous piles of laundry that I live under….or even the teaching and discipline that seems to consume every waking moment. It’s the eternal impact of being responsible before God for the shepherding of these little souls. Its heavy and its scary. And it is so very daily that it can be too easy to forget that this period of life is so much more than reading another Dr. Seuss book and wiping oatmeal off another face.