You know, I'm a working mom. 40 hours of my week (including Saturdays) are spent with coworkers and customers.
And I miss my son. Honestly, I never wanted to be a working mom while my little's were under the age of five. Even though I watched my mother raise two kids with my dad, complete her masters degree, and then go on to work full-time, I just couldn't bear the thought of putting my child in daycare. I know, I know, there is nothing wrong with daycare. I have a wonderful in-home that I take L to, and it works for us. But... I miss my son. So, as we were laying in bed last night, I started to thinking about all the moments I do have with him. Dinner, play time, nursing, every moment means so much. But sometimes I catch myself disconnecting. I don't want to load the dishwasher again, cook again, or put that load of clothes in the dryer. Again...Because what comes next? Folding. *sigh* But if you look close enough, there is more. Little moments in between the big, mundane moments. When we are in a quiet nursing session and I wrap my arm around L, he gently pats my arm with his little hand. The look between my fiancé and I when he stands at the bedroom door in adoration of his little family. And singing to L as he falls asleep, listening to the steady rhythm of his breath as he goes into whatever land his dreams are made of. We should all look for these moments. They are the most precious and fleeting. Time flies, but if we look close enough, maybe it can stand still for just a second. And in that second a memory is made, cherish it and never forget. Peace, Anne
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I'm Anne! Follow me as I go through life as a new mom and soon-to-be wife. Always looking for a creative outlet, I want to share all my ideas with you here at Life by Design! Archives
February 2018
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