I am a mom.

I may not make $80,000 a year a some stuffy corporate job anymore, but my value is now measured in my daughter’s love, not dollars.

I may not have some fancy degree from some overpriced university, but there are still things I know and things that I can do better.

I have been known to school doctors in their craft, heal hurts with the kiss of my lips, and convince a screaming toddler that they really do want to go to bed.  I am a powerful force.

Do not dismiss my worth.

I am a mother 24/7.  I assure you I’m good at what I do and I know how to do it well.  I’ve had two years of practice, day and night, to perfect and hone my skills.

You may not understand why I do what I do when I do it, but I there is always a method behind my madness.  And yes, I may get defensive when you question my methods.  Because although it may not always seem like it, I do know what I’m doing.

You do not walk in my shoes, so please do not assume you know how they fit, how they feel.

I listen to your corporate tales of woe.  To you tell the tales of what technical malady had befallen your world today.  I listen and I care.  I ask the same in return.

Do not then throw that in my face and accuse me of playing the ‘poor princess’ card.  Because I’m not.

I don’t want your pity.  I have no use for your pathos.

I just want your support.

Because although I am mighty, although I am strong, some days I’m still a mom who needs a little help.