I never had any doubts about becoming a mother.I won’t commit to a pair of jeans and hem and haw over major hair cut changes.  I can’t decide if a trendy nail polish color is really “me.”

But being a mom?  I always knew that’s who I wanted to be.Not that it’s been easy.  You know I have those days where I just want to hide in the bathroom and cry.  Some days I count down the minutes until 7 p.m. when I can get some time to myself.  There are definitely days when I’m tired of changing upteen diapers and don’t want to wash one more stinkin’ sippy cup.

Parenthood’s tricky because you don’t see the fruits of your labor everyday.  Or even every couple days.  It can take weeks or months or two years to see your parental efforts come to fruition.But suddenly my baby who couldn’t take more than a few steps without wiping out runs and jumps and skips.  And that limited vocabulary became a running commentary of full-blown sentences (and some other colorful languaged that I didn’t intend to pass on).  I can’t trick her anymore.  She says please and thank you without prompting.  Gives the most delicious hugs and kisses.My sweet girl, you bring endless joy into our lives.