To all the little kids in Wyokiddo’s preschool, my name is Emily’s Mom.
“Hi Emily’s mom!”
“Emily’s Mom, come sit by me!”
“Mrs. Emily’s Mom, can you help me with my juice box?”
It’s music to my ears.
When I resigned from my professional position to marry Outdoor Guy, several of my colleagues didn’t hold back in criticizing my decision. They said I was wasting my education. I was crazy to walk away from such a successful career. I could have it all.
They couldn’t understand that their goals for me weren’t my goals for me.
As much as I loved my job and was good at it, I knew in my heart I wanted a different future. One where my title wasn’t assistant division chief but wife and mom.
One amazingly supportive husband, two miscarriages, four solid months of throwing up and 8 years later, I’m both.
So call me Mrs. Milner, call me Emily’s Mom, either way, I am blessed.