At least 5 times a day I stop in my tracks and think to myself, "How did I get so lucky?" Even when I'm drowning in tantrums and poop, even when I'm desperate for just 5 minutes to myself, and even when I've picked up that toy or wiped the counter for the millionth time that day, I think to myself this is all I ever wanted. More than anything, I feel like I have the gift of time-to sit down together at the table for every meal, prepare them healthy food, read that 2nd (or 10th) story, watch them discover the world, celebrate all of their little victories, and just love them. Finally, I'm not missing anything and I'm giving them the very best of me. And I hope someday they read this and know that being their stay-at-home-mom was my dream come true.
