Being a little honest & vulnerable here .... 💕 Bare w/ me as I expose my soul.
As I was sitting here sipping my tea - COMPLETELY frustrated & annoyed by my sons incessant crying/fits ALL morning, 😰 I had an ah-ha moment. You see, growing up my dad wasn't home much through the week as he was a long distance truck driver. 🚛 I don't remember much about how that made me feel as a child - but I am just now realizing how big of an impact it had on my life.
Even when I used to say I did not want kids – I would state that IF I did, I would want both myself & my husband to be home w/ our children. 👪💜💑💙👨👩👧👦 But it never dawned on me why...
Working from home means farrrrr more to me than earning a paycheck or even helping others. It's even bigger than ME. It's my child having us both there w/ him. It's my hubby not having to hear about his first words or his first steps - it's SEEING them. ❤️💛💚💙💜 THAT to me is priceless!
Now I realize that isn't everyone's goal or dream, but it is mine. And while this last year has been very VERY trying financially - that home biz income kept my husband home for the last 15 months w/ us. .
So while some days I want nothing more than a few minutes of silence, I'll happily take the good w/ the bad so I never have to drop my son off for someone else to watch him while i work. 💔 It's just not a trade I want to make. I always knew that there had to be a way to do both & I'm beyond thankful that there is 🙃