Last year this date, I bade my workplace of 5 yrs goodbye. I stayed home for my children. The 1st few months were tough, putting the kids into routine on my own was tough. So much variables to manage, my son use to enjoy my return after each work day; he hated how much tv was taken away from him.
All of us took a long time to settle down into the new status, mommy is staying home to care for the family.
I didn't like it at first. I feel caged by my inability, there were times that I didn't step out of the house for 4 consecutive days. Kay was young and
breastfed
, Thad was and is an energetic boy; I was afraid of
mishandling
and put any of them in danger.
Well, I kept them alive until now, we are enjoying family time so much more time before. I'm not working, we can take family walks after dinner. Thaddeus and Kayla have a wonderful relnship with each other.
Hus
has more time to play with children as he has little big house chores to look after... I dun feel overworked, my kids trust me, and my house is cleaner.
This morning was a very special morning. Thaddeus woke up around 6 something (i couldn't wake up to see time, I'm too tired as Kay had too much nightmares), he said "I want milo."
Hus
and I heard him but pretended to sleep, he walked out of the room and went into the kitchen. I nudged hus to follow him.
Hus
found Thad holding a milo
sachet
and searching for his cup. Realising his need for that drink, hus sat down with him at day break having their morning drink.
I knew the father and son had a great time when I saw hus beaming the next time I saw him. He said, "I just had coffee with my son. He told me about the clouds and his 'last time'." How much past can this little 2 year and 8 months boy have that his dad so happy and so proud...
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