It's a thankless job, for the most part. Despite my occasional frustrations, it is the best job I have ever had -and one that is immensely rewarding.
Take yesterday, for instance. My little Cowgirl draws like it's going out of style. She goes through a ream of paper in roughly a month. I love that she is sparking her creative genius, but hate cleaning up all of the papers that I find laying all over the house as a result. As I was leaving for a quick errand yesterday, she asked if she could have a piece of tape. I asked what she needed tape for, and it was to make a "Welcome Home" sign for me to see when I got home. Yes, that's cute and sweet, but it is the kind of thing that happens around here all of the time. So, as kindly as possible, I told her that she didn't have to make me a welcome sign since I would only be gone for a very short time, plus it would just use up more of her paper and she probably wouldn't get another ream until her birthday. She didn't make me a welcome sign. Instead, I got this little note from my Cowgirl:
At least I'm a smiling witch.
I love my job.