In a typical day, I often have paint, play-doh, slobber or a variety of foods smeared on my shirt. I pick up packets of tea which have been strewn across the kitchen floor only to have them removed from the cupboard again five minutes later. I am constantly running the dish washer or washing machine. And I don’t get a lunch break.
Not to mention, I wipe up sticky smears from my windows. I am on call 24 hours a day, seven days a week. I have no corporate ladder to climb nor a high power job to dress up for.
BUT…
I am the first person to hear every new word that comes out of Tristan’s mouth. I am the person he runs to for a hug at music class when he is so proud of himself for putting the instruments away. I am the one to spend the first hour after he wakes up in the morning reading books in his rocking chair. I am there for every laugh and every tear. I see his reaction to every new taste, new experience, new friend.
I am a stay-at-home-mom, and hands down, I have the best job in the world.
A Mom Like Me 
December 2, 2009 at 2:24 am |
It is so true. I treasure all the minutes I have with my little guy. Especially now that I will be heading back to work to cover a matleave.