I have a job.
I'm on call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
I am responsible for dirty diapers, spit up, snotty noses, tantrums, playing games, making meals, teaching abc's and 123's. I take care of bath time, bed time and in between time. I make up silly songs. I make funny noises.
I get up early and go to bed late. I get up in the middle of the night. Sometimes more than once. I hear my name all day. I interpret crying, whining and screams. I make boo-boos better with a kiss. The naughty step is a friend of mine.
I have a uniform. It consist of yoga pants and a t-shirt. And a pony tail. Sometimes I get to wear makeup. Eating a meal without having to share or have someone in my lap is a small luxury. Taking a shower is a big luxury.
I get paid, daily. I get paid with hugs, laughs and kisses. Sometimes I get paid with a big grin and a snuggle. Or a happy coo and a sigh.
I have a job. I take pride in my job. It's called motherhood.