I recently ran across a blog that stopped me in my tracks and made me think...I love blogs like that, that cause me to strain my brain a little bit.  I don't know how beneficial  that is to me around 5:30 in the morning, but I've been thinking about it ever since reading it this morning.  I was going to go back when I had more time this evening to dig a little deeper into it, but wouldn't you know....at that hour the one thing I did forget to do was add it to My Favorites and now, for the life of me, I can't even begin to remember the name of that blog!

Oh well.

This particular writer was a stay-at-home mom, and when I looked at her profile she'd typed in "Non Profit" in her occupation.  At first that didn't even register with me, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks.  I'm thinkin'  (hoping?!?)  that she meant it tongue-in-cheek as a "job" with no moneyed salary.... and yet, I've wondered thruout the day if maybe...just maybe...she was serious.

Non profit?  Oh my, no.  I know, as a grandmother, I'm reliving what I lived thru when my kids were little, the only difference being I have the time to really savor what I have now with my grandson that I didn't have the luxury to savor with my own kids.  I'm busy now, yes....but it's a different kind of busy.  Maybe because at the end of the day he goes home and I still have a break in the evenings and on most weekends to unwind and catch my breath.  I don't know.  But non profit?   I spend a lot of time on the living room floor with Dylan, playing with him but also just sitting near him at times because he's more content having 'company.'  When he suddenly stops in his play and crawls over to me, snuggling into my lap and giving me a big hug spontaneously....that is a gift more precious than any ruby.  When I tuck him into the stroller and we go off on a walk, the moments we pause to watch roofers or builders or squirrels prancing across the street aren't wasted moments, moments when my mind is full to overflowing with cares and a "to do" list.  They're moments I hunker down next to him and we get caught up in the action going on around us, seeing these things thru his eyes.   When I do something that amuses him and he crinkles up his little face and chuckles at his crazy Grandma...when he takes nibbles off my muffin and a sip of my coffee...when he goes out on the back porch with me to watch his Poppa shoot his bow and laughs when he hears the arrow hit the target....when he reaches up with his hand and cups my jaw while he drinks his bottle watching "The Doodlebops" with me in the morning....well, the 'profits' are priceless.  Sure, cabin fever can strike every now and then on endless windy, rainy days that aren't even fit for a dog to be out in.  I get worn out and overwhelmed some days.  But even then, I count it such a blessing to be such an active part of my little grandson's life.  So I won't be a millionaire because I'm not out chasing the almighty dollar, but I'm one of the richest women in the world.  I count my wealth in love.