They plot and contrive. Devising ways to keep me moving. Taking turns with their demands. And sometimes they come together, assailing me all at once! And I find myself in an endless cycle of cooking meals, cleaning dishes, playing games, cleaning messes, reading books, cleaning bottoms, putting them down for naps.
Oh, the glorious peace and quiet that ensues upon nap-time. A precious gift. And in the muted seconds, minutes, and sometimes hour or two that follow, my mind breathes.
Splendid, sparse, time is given back. And though I often feel robbed of this seemingly limited commodity we call Time, in the moments when my mind can breathe, I affirm that I wouldn't have it any other way.
What a privilege it is to be able to raise my girls full-time. And I am very grateful that I get to.