It's a Hard Knock Job, for us.

Alone in my thoughts, after a whirlwind of toddler meltdowns, I stumbled upon this revelation. "Mothering is the hardest job. Ever. And, it's really not fair."

Let me explain.

Brandon goes to work. Whatever he puts into his work will produce a result in accordance to his actions. If he works really hard on a project, the project turns out a success. If he gets lazy on a project, it doesn't reach its full potential.

This is NOT HOW IT WORKS WITH mothering.

Let me explain.

I go to work every day. I could have the best attitude. I could cook the best meals, fold the most laundry, model the best behavior, and provide the coolest, kid-friendly activities, BUT that doesn't mean that my "work" will produce a result in accordance with my actions. Maybe, just maybe, one of the kids is just having a bad day. No matter how many "right" things I do, they may still throw a fit, yell "mine" instead of share, or refuse to eat broccoli for dinner.

Not cool, folks. Not cool.

The hardest job in the world is molding little humans into future, big humans. I'm convinced. I don't get paid. I pay. But, in this world, 1+1 does not always equal =2.

Now, a few days later, I'm back to finish this post. On the flip side, mothering is the most rewarding career and no one, no boss, or coworker, can ever take that away from me. The smushy kisses before bedtime. The proud moment when she exclaimed, "I'm not afraid because Jesus is in my heart and he's always with me." The cutest boy-grins and open mouthed kisses. His laugh and eyes that look deep with dark brown. Ahh, I could go on forever.

So, no (I say to myself), It's not fair, but us mothers are So, SO blessed for being moms. Even thought it is hard (yes, that's an understatement) work.