Cody takes me to work three days a week so that he can have the car to take Joshua to daycare and go to class. To get to the building where I work, we have to bypass a gate, where a BYU police officer sits and checks the ID of everyone who comes to the gate. This morning, I flashed my ID as usual, but apparently she couldn't see it, so she asked Cody to roll down his window.
"Are you a faculty member?"
I replied, "No, I'm a staff employee."
"Okay, I just couldn't see your ID very well. Thanks!"
And we drove on.
Then, from the backseat comes a little voice: "You're a staff employee? But I thought you were my mommy!"
I'm both, my son--both those things and many, many more. But it's comforting to know that, to him, I will always be, first and foremost, his mommy.
"Mommy, I have long hair, just like you!
