No, I never have gotten a bonus check, or trophy, or even gadget to toss in the trash celebrating the 19 years I have spent raising my children. There have been many times I worked at other things, but my main motivation was to be home with my children. Or at least it used to be…
I picked my eleven year old son from his friend's house and was listening to all the great things his friend's mom had done.
" She made sure we all had plenty of chicken nuggets to eat and we got the flavored water," my son said. "She did it all while working two jobs. Mom if you worked the two jobs would we get a bigger television?"
I felt that old urge to prove to my son what I have done with him all these years, that my life had meaning (most days). I finally gave in to my ego,which has taken a beating since his sister has turned 12.
"You know,"was all I got to say before his eyes rolled,"a lot of parents would like to stay at home."
My son sat in the back with no gadget to distract him on this 1.5 mile drive.
"Mom, I'm sorry you have to stay home," he said as we pulled into the driveway
Maybe someday he will understand, but I doubt it!
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