I love my job.
Have I mentioned that before?
Each day of Motherhood is a mix of the mind-numbingly monotonous, the dizzyingly divine, and the completely unpredictable.
Take last Wednesday, for example. One moment, I was changing a diaper and running donations over to the Goodwill, and the next I was discovering one of the oldest and most complete dinosaurs ever unearthed, with my kids.
Right now I am *supposed* to be making my house look semi-clean before my in-laws arrive, and I'll need to keep my kids happy and get a nice dinner made some time in the next three hours...all while holding a nearly two-year-old to keep her from crying/screaming. I have had many a high-stress job in my lifetime. I sort of thrive on that kind of pressure. But the job of Motherhood is by far the most demanding and tries my skills day in and day out.
I will be turning 33 years old on Friday. And I have been a Mother for nearly five years. I've earned my fair share of wrinkles and extra pounds during the time, and the Lord has taught me a LOT...but I am happy to report, that I really enjoy my career as a Mother, and there are still things in life (like old dinosaur bones) that amaze me and fill my mind with wonder.
I hope it stays that way for a long, long time.