The Hardest Job

Five years ago today I landed the most difficult, most demanding, and yet most rewarding job I have ever had. I was sixteen, scared, and overwhelmed. I felt so unqualified and unprepared, but grateful and blessed. This job has made me laugh, cry, scream, and everything in between. My to-do list is never done; my work space is always a mess! I work long hours, nights, weekends, and holidays with no sick days or vacation. I have never received a raise, promotion, or even a paycheck.
You see, five years ago today I became a mother.

Being a mother is such a hard job, but I am so glad I gave it a shot. My big buddy makes me so proud. He is sweet, tender-hearted, thoughtful, and kind. He is obedient (for the most part!) and well-behaved. He does well in school. He makes friends everywhere he goes. His laugh is contagious. His smile sparkles.

My little buddies are the reason I created this blog. I want to make each and every day special for them. I want to remember all the cute things they say and the sweet things they do. I want to remember that the most important part of being their mother is not having a sparkling clean house or ironed clothes or three course dinners. The most important part is making memories with them...savoring all the special moments that happen everyday... taking time to slow down, breathe, and laugh... enjoying the little things like smelling flowers, catching bugs, making mudpies, having tickle fights, and sweaty sticky kisses.