I am thankful for all my babies. I am happy I get to stay home with them.
It is wonderful. It is hard work. Some days, it feels like REALLY hard work. But it is all worth it.
I would never exchange the thrill (and sometimes frustration) of teaching Joey to read for any paycheck. And today I was able to answer Katie's questions about dying and calm her fears, because I was here, I was home. Staying home means I get to see Lizzie wave bye-bye for the first time, not be told about it.
At the end of the day, eveyday, I am very tired. But the thoughts in my head in the two minutes I am lying on my pillow before I zonk out are all the happy, silly, tender, stinky, sticky, drooly, crazy moments I had with my kids that day.
This job of motherhood is time-consuming, thought-consuming, and peace-and-quiet-consuming. I love it in the same moment that it is driving me bananas. But I do love it. And I do love these little people.
They are good little people and they make my life beautiful and weird and wonderful.