Guest Blog by April Lovelace Simmons 

So, y’all, being a parent is hard. Being a mom is a tough job. There are so many days that the forest crowds out the trees and the overwhelm sets in and I forget. I forget the sweetness and the privilege. I forget the honor and the trust. While struggling through sleep deprivation, piles of laundry, and endless to-do lists, it’s so easy to lose sight of why it’s all worth it. Then, in the middle of the night, a sweet little warm body, smelling of soap and sleepiness comes to my bed with trusting, outstretched arms. A little voice murmurs, “Mommy, I LIKE you.” And I remember.

I am a working mom. After spending two years at home with my sweet girl, I re-entered the work force “part-time” when my husband and I opened a business. The quotation marks are very deliberate; as anyone with a brand new business knows, there is really no such thing as part time. I missed my little one every moment that she was...