The job is mine

I’m a firm believer in the saying that God never gives us something we can’t handle….so on morning like today I must remind myself that.

Mornings where number 3 is crying, and I mean full on mental break down, throwing-herself-on-the-floor crying, over the fact that she felt she didn’t have enough tooth paste on her tooth brush. While number 2 is in her room crying because she doesn’t want to wear jeans today.  Meanwhile I’m desperately trying to maneuver my hair into something more suitable than the standard mom bun when I walk into cosmetology school- you know where I’m supposed to be learning how to make others look amazing even when my no-make up mom bun self is feeling less than desirable at 6:23 am.

But YES! God gave those hard-headed, stubborn, whiny, yet beautiful, loving, and hilarious girls TO ME! Believe it or not I am the lucky one.

I am blessed.

There is no one out there more suited for them than me, their crazy hot mess of a mom. I am the only one up for this job.

This heck of a job.. this job that will never end… this job that is the most tiresome yet rewarding job there is.

This job where I get paid in hugs and secret kisses and homemade cards with princess stickers all over them.

I can’t promise them the best of everything but I will promise to always do my best! 🙂


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