Dear PK,
Last night was a long night. I heard your coughs echoing in the seemingly empty house.
They pierced my soul.
Some people ask me what I do.
I used to say- "oh, I just stay home."
But you know what?
I get to play cars for hours.
I get to eat animal crackers and yogurt for breakfast.
I get to pick out cute outfits and play dress up.
I get to read Barnyard Dance and make up each animal's voice and
laugh along when I oink instead of neigh.
I get to make big splashes in the bathtub.
I get to smell clean baby.
I get to fold teeny, tiny baby clothes.
I go on long walks and breathe in fresh air.
I get to listen to fun new adventures during Story Hour.
I get teach.
I get to learn.
I get to love and be loved.
I get to be a kid again in the best way.
I get to be one little boy's whole world.
I get to be a mother.
So what if it isn't the most glamorous job?
So what if I rarely get thanked?
So what if my life isn't how I planned?
Cuz you know what?
It is infinitely better than I could have ever imagined.
And tonight when I get to rock you back to sleep after a
coughing fit has woken you up-
I will think,
"I have the best job ever."
Love always and forever,
your Momma <3







