From Chicken Soup for the Mother's Soul 2

My CEO Is a Four-Year-Old

The most intimidating question I was ever asked as a child was, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” Although this was a common and innocent question, it terrified me. I didn’t know.

It wasn’t until my son, my firstborn, was six months old that I realized that the one thing that had never changed was that I had always wanted to be a mother. From my dreams when I was a young girl, all through my babysitting days while I was a teenager, I always knew that I would have a child of my own. And I’ve had two.

In a moment of inspiration, I wrote the following poem about my most fulfilling full-time job:

My CEO is a four-year-old,

the V.P. is just one.

From what my friends have told me,

my “fun” has just begun.

When the work force day is ending,

mine just seems to start

with dinner, baths and bedtime,

and lessons from the heart.

I may not fax and copy

or play that “corporate game,”

but my hours are plenty long,

the work tiring just the same.

“Hostile take-overs” in my job,

involve a toy or two,

and most “successful mergers”

are done with Elmer’s Glue.

My vacation time is little,

and sick days are no more.

And all important meetings

are on the bedroom floor.

While most can’t wait to retire,

I hope my job NEVER ENDS,

Because in those smiling faces,

I’ve found my two BEST FRIENDS.

I now proudly distribute business cards to anyone who will accept one. They simply say:


Carol A. Frink

Carol A. Frink

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