I’ve had a million and one jobs (Not sure if that’s a good thing…?), but I always pride myself in hard work and feel like I put 100 percent into any job I’ve ever had. I have this weird secret obsession about interviews. I love them. That sounds absurd I know, but I see it as a game and a chance to meet people. I might have a tiny bit of competitiveness in me as well. One time I got a sales job and they looked at me like I was this scrawny little pip squeak who wouldn’t be able to handle “mean” people or a single sale…Let’s just say it took all 5 feet of my guts but I made sure I was the top salesman… not necessarily for the money… I just find great joy in proving people wrong sometimes! *rant over*
I was raised to work hard and to be honest, I even put work ahead of school most the time which I’m paying for now. My mind is trained to work hard, play hard, and get a paycheck in between.
Then I became a mom.
There’s no lunch break, shifts, or pay check in between.
I’m sure anyone with a freshly born babe knows it’s a 24/7 job. It hits you the day you come home from the hospital. Even when they are asleep you still worry and spend half of the nap checking to make sure they are breathing (please tell me I’m not the only one!). It’s a never ending marathon with failures, successes, laughing, and tears. All in the best and worst way!
However, I would like to talk about a mom’s Pay Day.
Because we do get them.
It might not be every other week, on the 10th and 25th of the month, or once a month, but we get them.
The other day my sister sent me a picture of her son’s school assignment. This is what it said:
How cute is that? I’ve thought about it quite often since. My oldest sister has her hands full. She is a full time mom to 4 beautiful kids that keep her completely busy. From football to dance to preschool…I feel like she’s super mom and always has everything under control with a smile on her face.
This note? Her Pay Day.
Even though my one year old can’t really talk yet or tell me how much I rock;), I still get my Pay Days too. Yesterday I had one when I was rocking him and he put his arms all the way around my neck and laid on my shoulder, playing with my shirt/hair with chubby baby hands like I was the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
Those moments I wish I could freeze because I know how fast they will slip out of my hands just like this passed year.
Although life as a mom is completely exhausting sometimes, I wouldn’t trade these kind of Pay Days for anything.