When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

You are probably wondering if I know how to spell…But this is how I called it. Arter: Artist. Messer: one you makes messes.

Haha! Well I am an artist. So that one was correct. It’s amazing to me how some things stay throughout your life.

Messer. This is a two parter job. First. I had a desire to make messes. Not just any mess, but disaster messes. Where I wouldn’t play with the toys, but everything would be poured out onto the floor. Now the second part: I would have someone trail behind me cleaning up. Haha!

I found this hilarious when my mom told me. But hey, that sounds like a pretty cool job! Right! This job, sadly, did not continue throughout my life. I became someone who liked controlled organized chaos. That it may looked chaotic, but everything has its place.

But who would have thought that I would this job would eventually enter my life, but I am the cleaner. My kiddos are the messers. It must be in their DNA. They are masters at it. They learned it from the best.

But I don’t know when, but not long after, I changed my dream job. I wanted to be a mama. I think it was 1st or 2nd grade that I wanted the hardest but most fulfilling title ever. Mama 💕