The mom life. From the ground up, it’s complicated. It’s messy. Worst of all, it’s unpredictable. Yet the most important lesson I learn each day is that I have so much more to discover. So much more to learn.
Like how to survive life as a working mother with two boys under the age of two. How to balance priorities, earn a good living and find time to stop and notice the little things. 
I was reminded of this that fateful day, a day that will forever live on in my heart. It was an awful day. Truly, it was one for the record books. I had been up several times consoling my teething one-year-old son the night before. Then I had watched in horror as the house morphed into something that would evoke nightmares in the minds of nannies and maids everywhere.
Canned goods from the pantry were scattered in (literally) ever room of the house. I was covered in some sort of baby food goop and smelled faintly of a diaper I’d changed hours prior. Glass had been shattered all over the floor. The garbage had been tipped on its side. And I had a moment.
I thought to myself about how life used to be before all of this. There were manicures and pedicures and expensive lunches on the company credit card. There were suits and there was happy hour. Life before kids was just as different as everyone said it would be. And I missed it.
That’s when it happened. I grabbed my son in an attempt to find something (anything) to occupy him for a few minutes while I could clean up and he grabbed my glasses and threw them on a floor with a crash I thought for sure would break them. I picked them up, shocked to find everything was still in one piece, put them back on, and resumed operation tidy up.
It wasn’t until much (much) later that day I noticed how dirty my glasses were. I could barely see through them, if I’m being honest. I took them off, taking a long look at those tiny little fingerprints from earlier and, without a second thought, put them right back on.
The mom life. From the ground up, it’s complicated. It’s messy. Best of all, it’s unpredictable. Sure, I miss the days when everything seemed easier. I miss the manicures and pedicures and suits and happy hour. But I’m a mom now. And that means I have tiny little fingerprints on my heart that can’t ever be washed away.
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