I absolutely love being a mother but many days I have no idea what I’m doing. My son thankfully puts up with how silly I am and I know i only have a few years until he thinks I’m boring, annoying and mean. So for now, I celebrate his wet, open mouth kisses, crying at my legs when I put him down, refusal to eat vegetables and love for reading the same book over and over and over and over and over… It is these things that define my job as “mom,” and the things I will probably one day miss most.