Being a mother is one of the best...wait, correction: it's not one of, it's THE best job a woman can have. Not only do you get to grow that fragile life inside of you for 9 months, but you get to spend the next 18 years wearing your heart outside of your body. You get to watch the development from egg to baby through the marvels of technology, and then the development from childhood into snotty-know-it-all into adulthood (after which YOU are a raving lunatic!) up close and personal. You get to sit through homework, baseball practices, PTA meetings, Parent/Teacher conferences. You get the "but I'm not tired"s at bedtime, the "I don't like green beans" at dinner, and the "I can't find..."s as you are rushing to get out the door before your child is late for the third time this week. You get midnight feedings, spit-up stained t-shirts, eyes that come equipped with their own set of Gucci luggage, cold dinners, and three square feet in a bed that (here the nerd in me speaks, and yes I did the math) is about twenty-seven square feet. You struggle not to cry as your child gets her shots, or as she gets on the bus for the first day of school, or walks down the aisle at graduation. You spend copious amounts of money on shoes he will wear twice, or a skirt that started below her knees but is now a miniskirt. You patiently again, for the thousandth time,explain that the boy on the motorcycle will not be taking her out on aforementioned death-rocket, followed by apoplectic fit when you see her on such two days later.
In case I haven't given enough examples, I will simply state : BEING A MOTHER IS TOUGH. But what I seek to remind you (and occasionally, myself) is that, no matter how tough it is,we, The Mothers, are tougher.
