The Toughest Job I'll Ever Love

This week- ha, or rather month- has been an absolute blur. I find myself writing checks for bills and having to stop to think what month (granted, not day, but actual month) we're in. I've always wanted to be a mom but I never truly realized how much work that entailed until I became one. In fact, when Nick and I were newly married I used to kind of look at stay at home moms and think, "They're at home all day. I wonder what they do with all that spare time?" Ha!!! Totally shows my ignorance.

I've been learning fast what it is moms do all day (and night for that matter). Changing diapers. Changing clothes. Feeding. Changing Diapers again. Trying to put him in his crib once he's fallen asleep on me, only to have him wake up and repeat all of the above. I think I was a little over confident about parenting since I'm from a family of four kids (I'm the eldest) and with a thirteen year age gap, I ended up pulling a lot of weight with the younger ones. However, my youngest brother IS ten and I guess I'd forgotten the work involved!

And not to make it sound like it's all work and no fun. I feel so privileged having the opportunity to raise Luke and be his mommy. And I'm so glad that I can be his primary caretaker and capture all of his firsts as he's growing up. I believe it's one of the military groups that has taken on the motto, "The toughest job you'll ever love". Talk about a perfect motto for motherhood.