There will be a day when daddy will not be the funniest man in the world.
One day she won't have to hold on anymore.
There will be a day when dressing up and painting won't make for "a favourite day"
The day will come when he won't beg me to "old my and" (hold my hand) or "dawwy me" (carry me)
And when playing backyard soccer wearing only undies will be totally uncool
You may have seen this article from the Huffington Post doing the rounds. I agree, but I also disagree.
I hate going to work
Not because I don't enjoy work (I mostly do)
Not because I don't want to keep my qualifications current (I do)
Not because a bit of extra money isn't nice (it is)
Not because I feel guilty (I don't)
Not because I hate their daycare (I don't love it, but it is quite adequate)
Not because I (gasp!) don't enjoy a little time away from them every now and then (I do enjoy some respite)
Not because I love every. single. minute. of being around them (I don't)
But because I really don't want to miss out
Are you missing the moments (either through work or something else)? How do you feel about it?
