If being a mother was a profession, I would have been fired a long time ago. But, I have not one, but two bosses. Moms don't get paid. We don't get training. Our first job as a new mother is to grow our bosses. They literally take over our bodies. And the duties get harder from that day on. We give birth, tend to them around the clock, raise them, then send them into the world. We hope and pray we did a halfway decent job of raising them.
We don't accrue seniority or get promoted. We are on call 24/7/365. But, we cannot get fired for incompetence (thankfully). We get paid in kisses and snuggles. No matter how badly or how often we screw up, our little bosses love us. We are cooks, drivers, doctors, nurses, repairman, teachers, money managers, and administrative assistants. We work in a chaotic, loud, messy environment with unpredictable people. We must be patient, flexible, firm, hard working, forgiving, and kind. We must be able to multi-task and handle change quickly and calmly. We have to tough and loving at the same time. I like to think I am one tough mother. But, being a mother is tough.
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