What is Success?

Since I was a little girl, I wanted to be someone successful.  I wanted to be an independent woman that had an amazing career, making tons of money.  Then, I had Bear..my little girl.  My own metamorphisis didn't start right away.  Even after having her, I still had that desire to be very successful.  Slowly but surely, I started to become less interested in work, and more and more interested in being with my child.  I would be late to work due to letting her sleep an extra half hour.  I would call in sick, due to wanting to go and feed ducks with her.  Once she started school, I began finding reasons to leave my job early so I could pick her up at her classroom.  Slowly, but surely and unknowingly, I began to quit my job.  What? Job?  I had always thought of it as my career!  I was going to be somebody!  Be successful!  Thing is, over the years, my definition of success began to change.  It began to mature as I did.  It took me a long time to understand that a career and money did not equal success.  I started understanding that my girl couldn't care less about my job title or where the commas were on bank account statement.  She wanted me.  All of me.  And it was my dream career to give her just that.