I am quite an accomplishment. Yes, sir.
I have went through twelve years of the course called Sleep-Deprivation. It has earned me a degree in Poopology. In addition to that, I hold a Masters in the art of Wiping Snotty Noses. I can spout lectures 3 hours long on How To Match Your Socks.
Laundry is my middle name. I can cook an egg in two minutes flat. Diapers at midnight get changed with one eye open – other eye closed. Most times the diaper gets put on right side up, too.
I have debated and won more cases in a day – than any lawyer in this country. I am a nurse in my own right. I can whip out a band-aid, kiss, or barf bucket within seconds – depending on the need.
Multitasking is what I do best. The pinnacle of my career is when I can bathe the toddler and the baby both, bake 3 pans of cookies, sweep the dining room floor, check the chicken’s feed, settle the dispute over who gets the baby snake, retrieve the sippy cup from under the couch (along with petrified other substances), and chop down the tree in the backyard – all while talking on the phone with my mother. Ok, so I just had to add that tree thing in there to see if you were still with me . . .
I can also manage to keep six little Indians from starting the house on fire, killing the cat, or shooting their brother with an arrow. All right before Daddy walks in the door from work.[pullquote]Soft arms going around my neck and a little voice that says, “Mom, I like you.” This is my reward.[/pullquote]
Where I greet him with a cheery smile and a kiss.
Who am I?
You guessed it. A mom.
We may not hold a degree in anything, but we love what we do and do what we love!
Some of my reasons I love being a mother:
- I do not have to trust the training of their little souls to anyone else besides their father and I.
- I am the one they show their treasures to. Even if it is frogs in my kitchen.
- Sometimes, we ditch all the work and go get an ice cream cone. Being a mom can be lots of fun!
- I love the little shovels next to mine in the garden and the little hands that must help me plant the broccoli.
- Their happy giggles from the bathtub are tucked away in my heart forever.
- I am the one who can kiss away *almost* any ouchie they have, even the invisible ones.
- Hopes, dreams, and secrets all get whispered in my ear.
- I am also the first to hear the disappointments and cries of their tiny hearts.
- I get to see the firsts. First tooth, first walk, first home run, first crush, first graduation.
- Little footprints follow me around through the flowerbeds, the garden, the grass. And a little hand slips into mine – as eager to plant the peppers as I am.
- Warm, wiggly bodies snuggled next to me is one of my favorite things. Slobbery kisses is another one.
- Soft arms going around my neck and a little voice that says, “Mom, I like you.” This is my reward.
Being a mom is what I do best. Especially when it comes from my heart!