The World’s Hardest Job by Lori R. Keeton

An advertising agency in Boston recently posted a fake Director of Operations job listing online and in newspapers. The ad got 2.7 million views, but only 24 people responded.

Those applicants were shocked to learn what was required of them: more than 135 hours per week, constant mobility, keen coordination and adept communication. Plus, no breaks, no holidays off, and no pay.

Doesn’t sound like a job anyone in their right mind would want, does it?

Nonetheless, billions of women have taken on this job– the job of being a mother that is– and made it the cornerstone of their lives.

Since moms “know best,” I think we tend to believe that it goes without saying how much we appreciate them.


But, on this Mother’s Day, I want to take the time to say it to my mom and all the moms out there.

Thank you….

For the sleepless nights you endured,

For the tears you wiped away,

For the vomit and diarrhea you cleaned up,

For the “boogeymen” you chased away,

For the skinned knees you bandaged,

For the broken hearts you mended,

For the songs you sang us and the books you read us,

For the late night assistance you provided Santa, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy,


For the singing, dance and voice lessons you carted us to without complaint (on your part that is),

For the seemingly endless recitals you attended,

For the piles of laundry you did,

For the breakfasts, lunches and dinners you made us,

For the book reports and science fair projects you supervised,

For the mommy tracks you maneuvered,

For the slumber parties you chaperoned,

For the high roads you took because you knew we were watching,

For loving us even when we were utterly unlovable.

Thank you.

And to my mom in particular…


Thank you …

For letting me sit on your hospital bed so you could brush my hair every day for the many weeks you spent there when you were sick,

For leaving little presents for us to open for each of those days you were away,

For understanding why I had to have a night light,

For my “I Shot J.R.” t-shirt,


For the gingerbread house you brought my fourth grade class,


For my Madame Alexander dolls I loved so much,


For my Michael Jackson birthday party that I begged to have,

For saying “you’re washable” whenever I got my clothes dirty,

For saying “you’re better than that” when I am tempted to do the wrong thing,

For saying “you’re going to be okay” whenever my heart is broken or my feelings hurt,

For the late night phone calls you (still) take when I need you,


For working two jobs so we could have a better life,

For taking my dreams seriously,

For living your dreams so I know it can be done,

For pushing me to be my best while also accepting me as I am,

For making me feel special and important and loved each and every day of my life.

And for the millions of other things- big and small- that you have done with me, for me, because of me and in spite of me.

Happy Mother’s Day…. I am so thankful God chose you for the job.