Mothering Many

Hmm, some things are just uncomfortable to hear, no matter when or where they are said or whom is saying them. I got just such a talking to tonight, and it came from my kids. I’ve talked here about how working has really thrown a kink into my life, but one thing I had not considered was how much it was affecting my children (and also, just how short their little memories are). I figured they were happy getting to spend so much time with my mom, but, no, apparently, they still want me.

Tonight’s complaint, delivered after I put the whole house on lock down so we could have dinner and a movie together was that I am not here even when I am home. I am busy with this and that and not interacting with the kids. Boy am I ever thankful that I had already realized that and tonight’s lock down was the first step in changing that.

I watched the movie “Click” this weekend. Have you seen it? I’m thinking it’s a good movie for moms to watch. At least it was good for me to see it. I’m so guilty of just rushing through this thing to get to the next thing. Click. Click. Clickclickclick and it’s gone.

Later that evening, I spent the most amazing fifteen minutes doing nothing but breathing and enjoying being right where I was. Lesson learned. For good I hope.

Okay, I’m done here, go read about the best diet pills or something while I go learn a different lesson.