I was looking through some pictures the other day from when Sean was first born and what I was struck by is how much younger I looked only five short years ago. And how tired I look now. And then I was reminded of how young and vibrant and hopeful each new president looks when they take office and how four years later, they’ve aged a decade.
And then it dawned on me that becoming a mom is not that much different than being elected president.
You go into it all fresh faced and hopeful and it’s not long before the honeymoon period is over and the world is questioning and criticizing every decision you make.
You go into it convinced you can change the world and it’s not long before you realize that there is only so much you can do when no one will cooperate.
You go into it with your all out liberal or conservative ideologies and it’s not long before you find yourself somewhere in the center so that you might get something done.
You go into it thinking you understand the magnitude of the task, but once you get there you realize you’ve underestimated it by a power of 10.
Nothing you’ve ever done before can prepare you for what lies ahead.
Seven days a week, 24-hours a day, you’re on the clock.
There is a great deal of heartburn and the pay is lousy.
You won’t really know if you’ve done a good job until about 20 years after the fact.
It’s a remarkable opportunity and worth every wrinkle and gray hair.