I could write a book about all the things that I have learned in my first two weeks as a full time working mother. But I won’t, at least not tonight. I have learned some very trivial things, like, the fact that I CAN get up early, And I can walk in heels. Both very important, and nothing to do with this post. I’ve learned that it feels good to have some purpose outside of my home, and it feels good to have people say that I am smart, and capable. Really good, in fact. Mostly, I’ve learned just how much I love my kids. I have missed them like crazy. When I get home, the hours that we have together are like gold to me. I want to hear their stories, EVERY detail (this wasn’t always the case before), and I want to hold them, and stare at them. It’s as if my senses are heightened. No joke. And that is worth the getting up early, the late night laundry…all of it. Thank you to everyone who has prayed for our transition, we are doing great.
A family that we met when we lived in Fort Mill lost one of their treasures this week. He was 23. He was a violinist, he was a student, a son, and a friend. And he is gone. I am praying, and praying, and believing that the peace they need is coming. This too, has made me acutely aware of my children, my life. It’s so good. Even in the struggle, it’s good. So tonight will be the night of a thousand kisses, and snuggles , and sweet words. And somehow in the hustle and bustle, I will try to hold on to these heightened senses of mine. goodnight.
And goodnight to Jonathan Dailey’s family, may all the prayers of all the people that you know, and don’t know cover you, and keep you.