Snap 2

Just five years ago, my little boy was about to turn one month old.  Now, he's working on his consonant letters for his Pre-K "homework."  My son is FULL of energy - believe me, it's never a dull moment.  However, when you give him a project or task, he has to do it absolutely perfect and won't stop until he gets it right.

Today was our first day back at work after two well-deserved weeks off.  This morning as I drove Cash to school he asked me if I could pick him up after nap time.  That made me feel badly.  I replied, 'no honey - Mommy has to work.'  Then he says, ' well, can you at least pick me up before it gets dark?'  Ouch - that hurt even worse.  'I will try my best, Cash.'

Ever since I returned to work after my eight weeks (which is no where near enough time) of maternity leave, I have felt guilty.  I feel guilty because I'm sending him to be with other people who get to teach him, enjoy him and help him learn for eight to ten hours a day, five days a week.  But, each morning when he asks me 'are you going to work today, Mommy?' I feel satisfied with my response.  I'm satisfied because I believe I am instilling hard work and productivity in my son.  Each morning, he sees his mom and step-dad get dressed for work and he tells us that he wants to go to college and one day be a doctor.

I may be a full-time public relations professional, but being a mom (although it's one of the most difficult jobs that requires daily on-the-job training) is my favorite profession.  Although I'm not with him each each day, all day - he knows I am working hard to provide for him and I know without a doubt he will do the same for his family one day.