What an interesting day it has been! To start my day off, I needed to run outside and put oil in the car. I've been borrowing my mom's since mine is in need of a new fuel pump. I had been scared to drive home last night since the oil light was blinking. I could not for the life of me get the hood open to put any in. I drove home worried it would burn up. This morning I could have kicked myself. I had been trying to open the hood and instead had popped the trunk about 5 times! Haha! As I'm laughing at myself, I'm trying to get the oil cap off and end up ripping off my fingernail. It's one of those days. I managed to drop my girl off at school with no incidents. Our washing machine is broken for the time being, so I drove my laundry to my mom's house to wash it while she's at work. I love days when I have extra time with my little boy. There was nothing else to do while I waited for the laundry to finish so we watched TV all snuggled up together under a blanket. It's times like those that I remember my purpose here on Earth. I have brought two beautiful children into this world. They need me and I need them. I can't imagine life without them anymore. I know I had a childhood somewhere in there. I just for the life of me can't quite remember what it was like to not be a mother. As agitated as I can get over the car, my minor injury, and the major washing machine problem, somehow just relaxing and loving on my babies makes it all seem so unimportant. Parenting is a gift. I have been given two little lives to nurture and help grow. What if I mess up? It's hard to look at my children sometimes and realize that I am in control of their future for the time-being. My guidance and instruction will help to shape them into adults. They will leave my house with the knowledge that I gave them and I can only pray that I give them all they need. Bragging time: I felt such an enormous sense of pride last week when my daughter came home from school. She just started first grade. We are big readers in our house and we've always encouraged her to read because it is fun. She very quickly picked up on it and has excelled beyond our wildest expectations. She was so excited when she came home that day and told me that she was on a 4th grade reading "something". "A 4th grade reading LEVEL?" I asked her. She nodded her head. I was shocked. A first grader reading on a 4th grade level.... I needed to ask her teacher about that. The teacher sent me a note home confirming she was the only student in class to reach that level. You could have knocked me over with a feather. I'm always catching her staying up late when she thinks we won't notice. The funny thing is that she's staying up to read her books in bed. I took her sheets off to wash them and found a whole stack of books she had been hiding in her pillow to read after we tucked her in. I love it!
I say all this to point out how little the other things in life mean. The conversation I had with my mom this morning prompted this feeling in me. So many parents get caught up in their jobs, or their hobbies, or stress, or money and can sometimes lose track of the little souls that look up to them and get ousted at times because parents get too busy. I am not making any conjectures about working moms and dads. (See below post) I know that food needs to be on the table and bills need to be paid. I have worked since I was 16 and only this summer got the opportunity to stay home. I miss work, but I love the time I'm spending with my kids (and the time to clean my house). Don't lose sight of what's important. In the end, the little things won't matter. It sounds cliche but it is so very true. I wouldn't trade the time spent with the kids this summer for anything in the world. Hug your kids often and always tell them how proud you are of them. These are the building blocks to a successful and happy adult. What better gift can you give them?
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