This is an excerpt from You Are More , by Carmen Rasmusen Herbert.
“One day I was in my little apartment cleaning up oatmeal that had cemented itself under the high chair. I was in scroungy old clothes. I hadn’t had time to shower that day and was feeling rather frazzled. I flipped on the TV, and there, shining in a gorgeous gown, was Miss Taylor Swift. Glittering from head to toe with expensive jewels, a smile stretching from ear to ear. Single. Holding an armful of newly acquired awards. For a split second, I looked around at where I was, barely scraping by in our teeny, tiny condo with food all over the floor, and thought: ‘Is this my life? Did I really give up that—for this?’
“Then I thought of my little boys in the other room. I thought of their sweet giggles, cherubic faces, and bright eyes. My eyes welled up with tears, and they still do every time I think about my children. No matter how glamorous and wonderful the world of fame seems, it does not compare to the little world my husband and I have created. I would so much rather be holding my tiny ‘jewels,’ my most precious children, in my arms than any trophy or award. They have been and always will be my most prized possessions, my true passions, my love.”
(Carmen Rasmusen Herbert, You Are More [Salt Lake City: Deseret Book, 38, 40]).