This picture was taken about 3 years ago. It had been a long evening, and newborn Ciaran would only sleep snuggled up on my chest. So here I have him, cuddled in the MobyD wrap sling and an iPod bud in one ear, my glasses on because I was too tired to put in my contacts, as I wandered around our apartment trying to clean up and set things right before going to bed. Or at least trying to.
Sometimes I think I spend way too much time on this blog expressing how challenging I've found parenting, marriage, homemaking, homeschooling, working, and all the other things I do. This blog is sort of my outlet that way. But I hope I don't overdo it. There is a balance, after all.
I was talking to someone at work today who had lost her mother at a very early age, to illness. And this evening, Michael Jackson died of a sudden cardiac arrest, leaving behind three children. And I realized that I wanted to take a post to express how grateful I am that I have the jobs that I do.
I may find these roles challenging, but they're also the most rewarding things I've ever done. There's something incredibly special about seeing your child get something for the first time, or when they share something they've learned, when they're kind to someone, or even when they give you a hug because you're the mommy.
I'm grateful that I've been there for all the milestones in their lives and that I've been able to watch them change and grow. There is no place in the world I'd rather be than here with my family. Even if they do drive me absolutely crazy from time to time...or, you know, frequently.
It isn't easy, it isn't always fun, and I'm almost always concerned that I'm going to screw it up. But being their mom is still the best job I've ever had. And I'm so thankful that I have it.