I have been a mother for 28 years. If you count the year of gestation then you could say I’ve been a mom for 29 years. I’m 56 and for probably 50 of those years all I ever wanted to be was a mom. There is no greater joy in my life than being a mom—there is no greater source of frustration in my life than being a mom.
It’s hard and it’s beautiful. It’s difficult and it’s eternal. And it’s exhausting—can I hear an Amen? And the only thing constant is change. You can have a plan as a mom, but to be successful you have to know and accept that in any given moment, it will change.
For 28 years, since my eldest was born, I have been driving someone somewhere. Dance class, soccer practice, gymnastics, Wednesday night children’s church, school, errands. I’ve spent a ton of time in the car. In fact we have this little running joke that goes something like, “we are so busy that when I call the kids to dinner, they run to the car.” True, true.