Life currently gives me the honor and privilege to be home with my children full-time. There are days that are a little more challenging than others, but overall, it is beautiful.
I love my girls can wake up slowly in the morning. Our day does not begin with rushing and yelling like it did when I was working outside the home. Yes, there are mornings that are still rough, but they aren’t the norm. I love that I am the one to kiss their boo boos and feed them treats they shouldn’t have, the good and bad habits of being the mama.
About 98% of the time, I am home with my girls. I see them, they see me.
I thought, when we began homeschooling last year, that they would grow tired of me by the end of the week. They never did. I still can’t believe it. They still want to be WITH ME at the end of the week!!!!!!
I might desire a little breathing room by Friday night, but they are not inclined to give it. I am making my peace with constant interaction 🙂
Recently, I realized something else. I am, as I said, with my girls the vast majority of the time. I can count how many days I spent away from them in the last year. I would think they would run out of things to tell me, but they never do.
Our house is about 1000 square feet, but you would think it was a 100 times bigger when you hear them fill me in on everything they have done while out of my sight. Imagine, if you will, what happens when I actually leave the house! If I go grocery shopping, my oldest texts me while my middle one calls me. Carving out time for a run gets me the third degree–how long will I be gone, where I am I going, which route am I doing, can they go.
Most of the time I just cave and let one or the other of the older girls join me on my route. Today, I went alone. I was gone 30 minutes and 30 seconds. I went out to join the girls and daddy at the campfire and had three girls vying for my lap. I laughed, and hugged them to me.
Yes, there are times, I desperately desire to be alone, but truth be told, I know they won’t always run to tell me ever.single.solitary moment of their lives. Someday I’ll be the mama waiting by the phone for my grown girls to call me.
For now, I try to get the breathing room any sane person sometimes needs, but when I come home, they are all welcome, no matter how big they’ve gotten, to perch on my lap and tell me ALL that I missed.
I just might need it all to keep me company while I wait for calls and texts when these days have passed.
*Truth in advertising, I plan to stay home tomorrow while the rest of the family goes to a picnic so I can get some time to sit in a chair all along! 🙂Survive til you Thrive!