So when I feel guilty for putting Georgie and Matty in childcare for one day a week, I am glad it is not all day, every day. Having said that, I put them in care so I can work in the morning and then have the afternoon to myself. I know I should have some rest and some 'me time,' but I miss them so much I find it hard to enjoy myself!
- He's the most beautiful baby (I already knew that ;])
- He's such an easy baby
- Everybody loves him
- All the children want to kiss him
- He is so friendly/happy/cuddly
- "Can I keep him"
- "Can you have more babies and bring them all here so we can look after them" (can they pay?)
- "I just want to kiss him"
- "I want one like him" (so do I. several in fact)
- He's no trouble
- He plays beautifully
Oh, the list goes on. I am so proud. I suppose that is rather obvious; I feel the glow from within whenever I am with him. Ever since he was born I have felt euphoric (and exhausted). I never dreamed that I could have another "angel baby" but here I am with another one. Georgia has been and is so easy; even those pesky three-year-old tantrums have been quite reasonable!
Last night I explained the love for my children like the pictures of the sun that kids draw. You know, the big shiny round yellow sun, surrounded by many many triabgles in red, orange and yellow, radiating light. Sometimes the sun has a smile on its face. That is how I imagine the love for my children. It fills me all up and surrounds me and guides me and is the reason why I breathe.