Some years ago — more years than I care to say — my life changed forever on this date. My first child was born.
Some people embark on careers, starting their first job in a profession they have studied long and hard for. They can look back a lifetime later with satisfaction at their accomplishments and accolades.
Me? I fell into a life.
It involved minimal sleep for some periods, cleaning up bodily fluids and/or solids that gushed forth out of bodies in ways I never imagined.
It involved laundry — mountains and mountains of laundry — think Adirondacks in the form of onesies, and t-shirts, and grass-stained pants, and little Osh-Kosh overalls, and socks, many of which lost their life partner in the depths of the dryer, only to find new partners who looked slightly different.
It involved reading the same books over and over and over, and making up voices for the characters, and then forgetting the voice and being corrected by a small child — “Wait — I thought that was Toad talking, not Frog.”
It involved kissing boo-boos, and seeing that mother’s kisses really do have magical healing power. It also involved band-aids and ice packs and doctor’s visits and bearing witness to stitches and casts, when mother’s kisses couldn’t heal alone. It involved Chicken Pox — because that was thing then — and strep throat and maladies without names and bedside throw-up buckets and vast amounts of kleenex.
It involved baking cookies. Lots and lots of cookies — some for family consumption and some to sell to help with special purchases. Our first computer — a Gateway 2000 — was purchased with cookie money.
I daresay that there are times I miss the respectability of a “real” profession — but I would never exchange it for any of this past lifetime.
When I held my oldest son for the first time and studied his face, I had no idea what I was in for. I marveled that little person had been inside my body just a short time before — but I had no idea what a gift he was to me.
My oldest daughter is now expecting her first child (my 5th grandchild). I keep thinking what life-changing treat she is in for.

Beautiful! Wonderful memories of the best time of my life were brought to mind. Your love flows through your writing.
Motherhood is the hardest and most rewarding job on the planet 🥰🤗
Congratulations to her, and to you. I imagine there aren’t many things sweeter than watching your daughter become a mother. ❤
That’s so incredibly special, Sally. ❤
Thanks for sharing.
Much love,
David
There is no “job” —not one single job—more important than being a parent. 🥰
There is no better job ….is there 💜💜💜
This is a beautiful reflection. ❤️ As a stay at home mom, who’s sometimes self conscious about not having a real “job”, it’s an important read too. I feel I’m peaking into my future.
I took a ride with you on this nostalgia train! My son#2 had lots of dark brown hair too – then it all fell out and he was a blonde! And now that he’s an adult his hair is once more dark brown!!
Such a small being to create such a life changing moments! My children taught me so much….I’m sure future grandchildren will as well!
Children are amazing in so many ways!