As I type this I'm an emotional wreck.
An elder, yet wise, co-worker just reminded me that babies grow up fast.
I've heard so many people say this to me. Everyone says that they grow up fast. If I blink I will miss it. Parents constantly remind me of that. Unfortunately, I'm doing all I can. All I can to soak up every moment I can with her, but I still feel like I'm missing it. For those of you who are new around these parts, I'm a working mother. I work 40 hours a week. I don't like to have people watch her while I go out and do things. I take her with me as much as I can. This may annoy some, but my time with my girl is limited. According to every other parent out there (calling myself a parent is weird), she'll be in Kindergarten before I know it.
I soak up my time with her on the weekends. My home isn't "pinnable" because of it - my recipes aren't gourmet - and my blog posts are scatter brained. I'll even admit that my spiritual walk has digressed.
Where am I getting with this post?
I'm not really sure.
I can't really relate to my friends who are stay at home moms, but will admit that I am jealous of them.
She's growing up fast, and I'm missing 8 hours of her day. I just wish people would quit reminding me of that.
I'm not asking for pity. Just venting. This is my blog.
This morning she woke up earlier than normal. I started out by being agitated. I was upset that I wasn't going to get some things done in time to leave. I
When I hold my baby, I feel Jesus holding me.