Being a working mom is difficult for me. I wonder, constantly, if I'm doing the right thing or if I'm somehow ruining something that can't be reversed because I'm not home all the time with Gavin. I know that what I do now is necessary and believe that God sees the desires of our heart and above nearly everything else, I desire that Gavin be allowed to grow and thrive surrounded by people who love him unconditionally and want all good things for him. These days, I'm not home with him all day, every day - but I do know that he's just not well cared for when I'm not there... he is loved. And that does my mama-heart an immeasurable amount of good.
When afternoon comes and I finally get to pick him up, we can't get enough of each other. He sits in my lap (sometimes, I drop everything in the entryway and we sit next to the front door) and tells me - words rushing, falling, and tripping over each other - all about his day, his friends, his new songs, and describes new whimsies no one can identify. This is one of my favorite times of the day: smelling sunshine in his hair and my heart soaring on the excitement of his words.
Yesterday, while we were driving home, his little voice piped up from the backseat: "I'm SO glad you're with me, mommy!" I wish there was a way for him to know that I feel just the same about him, too.
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