People often talk about their dreams, their “dream jobs“, and their career goals. This morning I was sitting on my couch having a cup of decaff coffee and watching as Wyatt danced around the living room to Mickey Mouse – and it hit me. This is my dream job.

Each morning I have the pleasure of waking up to my son babbling soft sweet sounds from his bedroom. Each day I get to love on this sensitive, sweet, and adorable little one who looks up to me for everything (until daddy gets home). And each night I get to put him in his pajamas, read him a story, and help put him to bed with his favorite lovies.

When I was in high school I had big dreams of being a writer – publisher – and fashion designer. But the moment Wyatt was welcomed into this world everything else just melted away. Nothing else mattered. I’m not saying that I will never pursue those other ambitions but needless to say they’ve transformed and shifted a bit. I now dream of writing children’s books, and working with companies who’s main focus is children.

I no longer obsess about what I’m wearing – where I shop – or even if I’m wearing make-up that day, gasp! It just isn’t a priority. And to be honest I kind of laugh when I see mothers dressed up in fancy clothes, wearing heels, and toting around their kids.

Really? You’re comfortable in that – there’s no way.

I’m lucky if I make it out of the house in a pair of jeans and not yoga pants.
I guess it’s just not the kind of mom I am. And hey, kudos to those moms. Maybe one day I’ll be different – but that day is not today (and probably not in the foreseeable future). For now my main focus is bringing up my soon-to-be son’s the best way I know how. Attempting to teach them kindness, strength, and most importantly – love.
My goal is to be the best mother that I can be – all while giving myself plenty of grace. Because I don’t know everything, I am going to make mistakes, and I am going to have hard days. But I’m not going to focus on the future anymore – I am going to live in the moments that are happening right now.
Feeling the little kicks in my stomach, watching Wyatt draw circles on his Magna Doodle, the simple, little, precious, moments that make up each and everyday. 
So if I miss your call, text, or e-mail – it’s because I’m busy. 
Working my dream job.

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