I woke up to a blessed “Hi!” from C-Man on this rainy Mothers Day. 6:30 a.m., like clockwork. Daddy brought him downstairs for breakfast and I lingered in bed, since I figured I could get away with that at 6:30 a.m. on Mothers Day. But I didn’t go back to sleep, because I never do… I might miss out on something. There are so many somethings that make my job as a mom the most enjoyable job I could ever be blessed with.

It’s far too often you read the newspaper and read about a mom senselessly throwing their mothering job to the wind. Whether it be an act of homicide or the easily overlooked neglect. Let’s not forget the verbal abuse that scar and change a tiny person forever. We’re told to always look with suspicious eyes for signs of abuse, because typically by the time a child is to be released from such pain, the damage has been done. A part of them taken forever.

I take my momma job serious. But not too serious, because their are times I need to talk like Elmo and be a human horsey. C-Man can neigh much better than me though. I have but one little person in my care. He is thoughtful, energetic, loving and sweet. His pure heart is admirable. He is what makes me a mom.

Have you ever thought about the makings of a mom?

I went to church with my family and my mom today. They had us stand up, they gave us Gerber Daisy’s and they applauded our hard work and efforts. This was all very nice, but that’s not what makes me a mom.

Big ouchies and tears in abundance, those come to me quickly moments… that makes me a mom.

Throwing up and puke in my hair, hugs regardless without a care… that makes me a mom.

Bad dreams in the night, a face full of fright, sweet little rocking and a slight shhh shhh… that makes me a mom.

Enjoying an Elmo movie on a Saturday night instead of the latest bar opening… that makes me a mom.

Putting his needs before mine… that makes me a mom.

Building his confidence, repairing misgivings… that makes me a mom.

I’m not the prettiest mom, or the most stylish. I drive a wagon, because it’s the most functional for us, not because it’s my dream car. Sometimes, I go too long between haircuts and I don’t work out as much as I should. But, I’m proud to be who I am and the mom to my sweet little boy. The struggles we face in life, we take in stride with daddy’s hand in ours. Learning attitude is the most important thing. Things can happen to us, or things can just happen… Everyday is a good day if you want it to be.

I love my job as mommy to Carter. Lord, Thank You for giving me this beautiful and blessed job. Amen.