When we adopted two little ones, I knew I was no longer a single, professional woman who wore high heels and earrings, but a married mother of two boys who was lucky if she could get dressed in the morning.
I have held snakes, cleaned dirt out of their fists, hair, pockets, and diapers, found balls in every corner of our house, and been hit by food being flung across the room.
I am the only girl in the house, but it's great being the mom of boys.