Reason number 8,874,231
So there are many reasons to love being a mom, to love being the mom of a cool kid, to love having a kid, but possibly the best is what a friend and colleague of mine said to me the other day that after dealing with all the stuff that goes into work – some awesomely great and some awesomely a drag when you see your kid it’s amazing – and I say to see your kid running up and down the hall saying his name that he just learned – Constantin Pavlovic Dangermond – and he is smiling ear to ear, you just want to jump up and down and run down the hall with him.
The other day when I was holed up in my office for what seemed like eternity and ran downstairs because I had forgotten to pay the nanny there sat three kids on the front porch soaking up the sun, not a care in the world, eating bread.
Ah to be young and jobless (note: there is nothing cool about being old and jobless).
