Four little consecutive words, but how much they mean. I can not even tell you how seriously blessed I am to be able to stay home with my little boy. With how attached to me he has been this first year, especially the first 6 months, I just don't know how I could've ever gone back to work, even if we were overly desperate.
I'm sure part of me is lazy and hates working and would rather be at home than out slaving away for someone else, but really I do prefer to be at home watching my son grow, test my patience, spill things, eat paper and diaper wipes, throw up, run away from me, all those things that toddlers do. But amidst all that are the godlen moments- giggles, smiles, seeing him do everything for the first time, being there to cuddle and love him when he's hurt or lonely, able to put him to bed at night.
I am very thankful that I am able to be home to raise my son everyday.