6:30 rolls around and I make my rounds. The twins are already up, pouring cereal in the kitchen. The oldest and baby are still sound asleep in their shared room. Jase and the other 2 sleep peacefully in the bed I left not so long ago. I get into the car with a smile on my face. I know they will have a good day, a fun day, and I can't wait to hear all about it when I get back home.
Sometimes I wonder if the kids think it is weird that their mom works and their dad stays home. I know for a fact NONE of their friends are in a similar situation yet it is just life for them.
My hope is that it opens their minds. I hope they don't think they have to do something just because that is what everyone else does. I hope that when my boys grow up they know there is nothing wrong with staying home and raising your kids if that is what works. Just as there is nothing wrong with working your butt off so your wife can stay home. I hope my daughter knows that she doesn't have to stay home if she feels a distinct calling from God to do other things, but it is just as ok if that calling is to be home with her babies.
When I walk in the door at 7:45pm that night, I am bombarded with hugs. "Missed you mom!" "Yay! Mom's home!" I sleep well at night knowing we are doing just what we are supposed to be doing.
*Come over to Small Town Simplicity for more of Mindful Mothering Mondays!
