Sundays

I’m snuggling my daughter in her bed with tears in my eyes. It’s almost time for her and her brother to go to their dad’s house for the week. When I married their father, never in my dreams did I imagine I’d have to say goodbye to my children every other week. It’s not something you think about when you’re walking down that aisle to pledge yourself to someone. Not something I thought about having to do when each sweet baby was born. I know there were times I thought “Oh goodness, I could use a break!” Yet, now I have to say goodbye to my children every other Sunday, and my heart feels like it’s being ripped out of my chest. These are the consequences for the choices I made. The choices that seemed worth it at the time. Yet, now the reality is I don’t get to see my children as often as most parents do.

I do strive to enjoy the break. I try to be as productive as possible to keep my mind busy. I still take the kids to school everyday, so I do get to see them each morning during the school year. I’m thankful for them and their individuality. They drive me crazy sometimes, but they are so precious to me. I try to remind myself this is temporary. Someday these babies will grow up, move out and possibly have families of their own. I cherish these moments. Even the moments when they are arguing with me about dinner, nap time and tablet time. I cherish it all!