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I am Mother, First

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Today was supposed to be filled with appointments and getting so much accomplished.  I was supposed to be tending to scheduled meetings. I had things planned for today.  I was up early.  I was showered, dressed and had my face on.  I even had earrings and a necklace on....hey, miracles do happen when you've got time in the morning.

The day was mapped out, and I was ready.

Then....life happens.  Two little ones come downstairs only to be measured with temperatures and their nasty cough was enough to keep them home from school.  I made all my calls.  Sorry, I have to cancel today's appointment, I've got a few sick kids home from school.

Kids need their mother.  Kids need to know that when they ask for a drink of water, that it will be me, their Mom, that will get it for them, who will kiss their forehead to test for a rise in temp, or rub their back, or simply cuddle on the couch. 

This is why I love being a Stay At Home Mom.  There is no pull on me other than what I have decided to let pull me, and it's my children.

Yes, just having Babe at home allows for more volunteering at school, or running those errands, however, the fact that I don't have a regular outside the home job....allows for Mom to cancel any plans, and just be there with them, for comfort.

After getting the kids going on a little breakfast, I went upstairs and took a long look into the mirror.  I glanced at my earrings and necklace I had put on.  I looked at the makeup I had decorated my face with.  I took into account the clothes I was wearing, the dress pants, my favorite sweater and my oh so comfy, yet snazzy black boots.

I saw in the mirror, I was ready for appointments today, meetings at the school and all the rest.....and then a tinge hit my heart, for every minute I was standing there, I knew the girls were waiting on me to tend to them.  I quickly changed into my warm sweatpants, basic tee, and removed all the jewelry.  I rushed back downstairs, to see their red and puffy eyes, tell me once again, all I need to know.

This job, this job of Mom, is more important than any meeting scheduled today.  This is who I am, first..... I am Mother, FIRST. 

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