The Oldest Profession

I may change this title, it could bring confusion, but when I am thinking and thinking about something I need to write it down. Lately I have been thinking about the profession of motherhood. Anyone who does not consider it a job…..granted with unequaled benefits, well they simply are not a Mom. I try to be a good Mom and I have been in the business for a long time although I only have received two bonuses for my 27 years of dedication. I mean to say ONLY,  not like it’s a bad thing, but I just never want to retire and be put out to pasture. I started thinking about this when I took Peyton to the mall with his new girlfriend. He was thrilled, I was nervous. They had Chinese food, my stomache was in knots all day. They held hands, I tried not to be in their face. Driving to her house and trying not to judge the neighborhood,  he asked if I would hang around the whole time. We had never met, so I said that if she had too many tattoos and body piercings and was dressed like a slut, yes, I would hang by his side, but if not I would be like an invisible wallet that appeared magically when needed and would just as quickly recede into the shadows like a human ATM machine. Don’t let me mislead, Peyton is not greedy, materialistic or anything but adorable…..so if first impressions mean anything, his new little heartthrob is adorable as well….so I could relax and read a great book about 20 feet away.

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7 Comments

  1. This is wonderful! Loved it! You are and forever will be a great Mom!!

  2. Thank you, Moye! Tom and I always talk about what a great Mom you are!
    Love
    Dana

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