It’s the little things that make me appreciate just how much I love my kids.
Like the new lip-smacking sounds that Julian makes.
Like the way Ava kissed my arm a few times while falling asleep tonight.
And like when me and the kids were sitting on the couch this evening. I was nursing Julian and Ava was sitting next to us talking about there being a giraffe on the roof, all the while pretending she was “Flick,” I was “Princess Atta” and Julian was “Dot” – from “A Bug’s Life” (one of her favorite movies – besides “Annie,” of course). I don’t know what it was about that moment, but my eyes welled up with tears as I felt so full of love and thankful for my kiddos.
It’s the little things like that that make me truly appreciate that I’m able to stay at home with them. There are those days when I wish that I had a job outside the home (other than my very part-time photography) so that I could escape for a few hours a day. But I know (at least for me) that “escape” would not fulfill me and I would miss my kids terribly.
I feel fortunate that I can be there for them and witness all of their milestones, as well as the everyday laughter and tears, the silliness, new sounds and tricks, and the wonder of just being a kid. There may be things in my life that I regret, but staying at home with my children will not be one of them.
Julian cracks up when Ava rolls around on top of him. Good thing he’s a big enough boy to handle all the love she passes his way. ;)