Angels

I’ve got an angel

She doesn’t wear any wings

She wears a heart that could melt my own

She wears a smile that could make me want to sing

 

She gives me presents

With her presence alone

She gives me everything I could wish for

She gives me kisses on the lips just for coming home

 

She can make angels

I’ve seen it with my own eyes

You got to be careful when you’ve got good love

’cause them angels will just keep on multiplying

 

But you’re so busy changing the world

Just one smile and you could change all of mine

We share the same soul

Oh oh oh ohh

 

Those are the lyrics from Jack Johnson’s “Angel” – a love song for his wife and daughters. I’ve maybe heard the song five times, but I know it by heart. It’s the song that’s playing in my head while my wife and I are talking about our days, eating dinner, sitting on the porch watching cardinals eat from the bird feeder, or snuggling our daughters while watching Barbie movies (which I have to admit, have grown on me). When I think of how great life is, Angel is the soundtrack. This simple song sums up my hustle.

 

The”Hustle Mom’s” of Hustle Mom Hustle share the challenges of being a full-time mom and running successful careers through this blog. And I, like many of you, look forward to the next post.

 

But I know the ladies beyond the blog. I see first hand how they lead, teach and motivate every day then “click” “poof” “beep beep beep” – they’re out the door as they send their last email, close the laptop, and head out the door to their families in one swift motion.

 

It’s not easy. But these moms make it look like it is. Super Moms… every one of them.

 

My daughters have one of these Super Moms. While I struggle to get the kids to ice skating practice on time (I always do though), she has both my angels ready before 7:30am and sends them off to conquer the day with full hearts and clear heads. I try like hell, but I never get it quite right – There’s always some catastrophe. Someone’s missing a shoe when we’re five minutes late, or I’ve forgotten to give them allergy medicine, and they’re already fast asleep. I don’t know how she does it… and still manages a successful full-time career.

 

They make Momin’ look so easy, these Super Moms. It’s anything but.

 

So when it’s time for us to celebrate Father’s Day, it’s my wife, my daughters, and my mother-in-law (yes, you read that right) that I’m celebrating. I cook steaks to perfection on the grill (except for my MIL’s she likes hers burnt) and make sure I have plenty of wine chilled. They don’t lift a finger, and everything is how I want it to be. It may be Father’s Day, but it’s these four angels that give me my wings and I celebrate them.

 

And if you haven’t figured out the secret to the hustle of this blog, it’s this. We all have someone or something in our lives that motivates us to be the best we can be. It fuels this (sickening) work ethic and gives it purpose. Work hard, stay present and love genuinely.

 

My angels. Thank you. <3