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Should I die, this blog will serve as my son's source of virtual mama.

If I live, I won't have to repeat myself.

sigers writes fiction and nags her son in austin, texas. 

#iwantyouto know that having a kid ain't the end of your dreams.

Well lookie, lookie! Here’s one of those posts for the females in your life. Tell your wife. Tell Bailey. Tell Zaria. Don’t tell KeyAnn because she’s much older than you and just might slap you.

People just assume that men will carry on, no matter what stage they have a baby. But for women? Bosses start getting scared that we will be seduced by the sweet smell of your cheeks and stay home forever.

Aaaah. Those cheeks are tempting. But work is where I do all my swashbuckling. And I assume they don’t condone swashbuckling at Gymboree.

Even though I knew I was going back to work, I thought that having a baby would take up so much of my time that whatever I hadn’t gotten done, would have to wait for after I put you into a nice Ivy league. That’s what they say, right?

Ah, but something funny happened after you got here. I got started on some big ideas I had. I became … shall we say … mother-vated?

I think this is true for me, since I’m an older mom. Had I had you when I was trying to claw my way to the top of a creative department, I’m not sure I would have seen you that way. Parenting and advertising both demand constant late nights, and neither of you are good sharers.

I began this blog after many years of non-blogging. And you are my natural inspiration to keep it going. I always have something to tell you.

Plus, I found it so hard to find the perfect stuff for your room that I’ve started making it. I’m not sure I would have been so inspired to create things solely for myself.

I finally met with a financial planner. You have no idea what a long time coming that was.

Overall, I had no idea you would whip my life into a frenzy of this kind of activity. Not just changing diapers and shoveling poop off the carpet, but a frenzy of productivity. I should have expected it, though. Without fail I got my best grades when I had a job, fifty-six extracurricular activities and was saving orphaned whales off the coast of Virginia.

So tell your cousins and all the ladies you know, that babies aren’t the end of it all. They can be a new, more focussed beginning.

I want you to hand the computer to Bailey, KeyAnn or Zaria.