Thursday, September 17, 2015

On missing the stay-at-home career...

I've been enjoying my time with my good friend and her infant twins.  We each get to hold one throughout the meal, and I find that as some women on maternity leave go through the phase of craving news from a work place, I have missed the full immersion of baby care.

They are so good, these two, they make it seem too easy.  I have a soft spot for both of them and their toddler sister, because this is the time when I sit in conference rooms discussing cases and theories, while exchanging texts with my teens about homework and expectations for the evening.  It could get so easy to forget my own as being so little and dependent, but I don't want to.  That time created a better me.
I have no regrets, no need to have more babies, because we're all happy now, but I do love holding children, keeping them safe.  It's comforting. 
My own children have been my life's great work.  From here out, no more of my own babies, I feel retired from a career that I loved and was excellent at doing.  I've done such a good job with my babies, they're running the home now almost as much as I am.  Just today my 11-year-old told me the lawn needed mowed, then she went outside and mowed it herself.  Not long ago, she was dressing up like a Power Ranger and running around the yard punching the air with her fists after Kindergarten.  I love both versions of her, and look forward to the ones yet to come.

There was magic when it was just the kids and me, and now I get to remember it fondly again during these sweet lunches with my pal's new children.  My time with my babies was the most precious of my life, and the twins are making sure I remember that.  It's been a wonderful gift, right when I could appreciate it most.

Monday, August 24, 2015

Cleaning the Fenceline

That's my son with the machete, hacking out volunteer trees along the fenceline on one of the muggiest days of the summer - not to mention the mosquitoes.

He did not complain once.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Christmas Souls

Every year, Jack comes home with a gift of some sort from the same girl, and I think to myself, 'This is why we endure as a species,' because for whatever reason, this girl decided to gift Jack for what's now been seven years.  For whatever reason, I do not know, but her name brings tears to my sentimental eyes.  I would put this child through college if I had the means.  She has the type of character I wish I could encourage above all other intelligences.  She is a true dear soul.
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