Chrissy

; Hello my name is Christine, and I'm a 26 year old mother of one. My son is 15 months and comparable to the Tazmanian Devil. He takes a room by storm and has it in shambles in the blink of an eye. He's great though. Couldn't imagine life without him. He walks in any room and thinks he owns it. I admire his confidence. I work with special needs kids and I couldnt imagine life without them either. I feel like I have a son at home and a classroom full of sons and daughters at work. Its a great feeling. This job is the first job Ive had where I look forward to monday mornings. I have changed so much the past few years. I find that my priorities have shifted. The well-being of those closest to me is more important than myself, clothes, makeup, and socializing. Sometimes I miss feeling like I look great and being carefree. Then my son hurts himself (which he does a lot...he's mischivous) and I forget every passing thought Ive had.