In my life, all 35, almost 36, years of it, I have held an abundance of jobs.
I’ve been a housekeeper in a hotel.
I’ve been a cashier in a department store and a gas station.
I’ve been a child care provider and preschool teacher in a day care.
I’ve been a server, hostess and attendant in a restaurant.
I’ve been a delivery driver in a business filled with men.
I’ve been a customer service representative in a cubicle.
I’ve been a bartender in a bar.
I’ve been an insurance agent and salesperson knocking at the door.
I’ve been a blogger at a computer.
Of all the things I have been there is one that I was destined for.
I was meant to change diapers.
I was meant to wipe away tears.
I was meant to kiss boo-boos.
I was meant to lose countless hours of sleep.
I was meant to scare away monsters under the bed.
Of all the things I’ve done in my life and of all the jobs I’ve had, the one I was truly meant for is the job of mom.

I am a mom, before anything else.

My children are the reason I wake up every morning

and live and breathe every day.

I was meant for this job.