The things we do for love

In a matter of hours my little loves will be smiling and running into my arms because they missed me and are ready to love on me again. That is my favorite part of leaving them for the day. Picking them up. I get the biggest loves ever! Even bigger than good morning loves.

I hate having to leave them but it's not really a choice I get. Our culture is not set up anymore for Mom to stay home and tend to the children and the home. It just doesn't work that way for everyone anymore and it just sucks! Daddy works full time, Mama goes to school full time, has homework, housework and three (yes...3!) part time jobs. It's not easy to find time to get everything done especially when making time to engage children in enriching activities and helping them to grow as individuals. This is why we "choose" to send them to daycare.

Yes, I use the term "choose" loosely. Who really chooses to leave their children alone for an average of 9 hours a day and see them for only 3 hours? I'm not sure anyone wants that but what choice do we really have? The stay at home parent is a rare find these days. Nearly as rare as a good paying job!

*All statistics are pulled out of my ass and reflect my own somewhat educated opinions unless otherwise noted*

Reflection on a still growing love

I read post after post on here about loss and missing those that were dear to us. The majority of these posts are about babies that barely got the chance to enjoy our world and some that never felt the comfort and safety of our arms. I cannot even begin to imagine the pain in a mother's heart when she goes to look in on her sleeping babe to discover that his sleep is eternal. It breaks my heart. I don't know what I would do if I had to face a life without my girls.

I thank the stars every day that my girls are still here. I may not like when they are sick and coughing or crying but they are coughing and crying. They are still here and can be safe in my arms. I can still dry their tears.

It is overwhelming the love I have for them. Even when they tell me that I don't love them or the dreaded day when I hear "I hate you" come from their mouths and hear their doors slam. I know that my love will still be there and I will still be thankful that they are here.

I am sorry for everyone's loss but what about those that are still here? I know that grief is eternal. I see it in people's eyes everyday. I see the holes that are left in a mother's heart. My heart still glows full of love. Let it shine.