Of all the things I've done in my life, nothing feels more important than the responsibility of raising a person brimming with self-confidence, the ability to love and the desire to contribute to society.
I have read that the human personality, and self-esteem, is more or less defined by the time a child is three. So far, I think I am on track. I am proud that my little one has never known a moment without love. As she grows older, she may not always recognize that love comes in a variety of forms: She may gripe about limited TV viewing, or roll her eyes at the thank-you letter that I insist she write. But one day, my daughter will get it.
Being a mom feels like the most important job in the entire world. In effect, I can create a masterpiece! Sure, my daughter comes with genetic material that controls more than we know, but I have the awesome ability to direct those inborn traits to their fullest potential.
I can't be perfect at motherhood. But the well-being of my child demands that I always do my best. One day, she will blossom into a woman who is in charge of her own destiny, and is appreciative of the life she has been given -- if I do my job right.
If I could, I'd put "mommy" on my resume, because nothing has taught me as much responsibility, or given me as many new skills, as this 36-inch wonder named Annalise -- who is now finger painting the living room wall.
The most rewarding, and surprising, thing about motherhood is how much I can affect the future, even after I am gone. My daughter will one day graduate from climbing the dining room table to scaling much greater heights. And a lot of that is up to me.