When the work day is over, I can't wait to get my hands on them. The feeling is pretty mutual as well. Nothing can describe the feeling I get when two, squealing little girls run to greet me with hugs and kisses. The world stands still for just a minute and the three of us just hang right there, floating on our group high. As they both say all the time, we are a family.
Both smiles fill me full. Full of satisfaction and comfort. I can't think of one thing that can bring me back up like the beauty of their faces.
I can't help but miss it all. The boo boo's. The chalk drawings. The tantrums. And yes, there are plenty of those too. But somehow they replace and find the happiness most always. That is just how it works.
But, wishing I was a stay at home mom is just that. A wish. It isn't something that is possible for us right now. It seems like one would argue that there is always a way. But this is our way. It works for us and I just appreciate the time I get with them that much more. Quality. Not Quantity. And that is OK. Each night before they lay their heads on their pillow, they know. They look at me and they tell me, mommy, I missed you today. But it will be Saturday soon and we will be together. For two whole days. I live for weekends and this weekend is going to be great. We head to the beach on Sunday. Looking forward to sand castles and sea shells. Be back in a week!!