Every morning my husband gets up and goes to work.
I stay home. I hold a fussy little boy as we gaze out the window and wave goodbye. He just wants his daddy to come back, and every morning as I sit on the floor and distract him with a song and a smile, my heart is crying the same thing,"take me with you!".
We just want to go.
We want to enjoy the sunshine and the cool weather. We want to meet people and share good morning cheer. We want to get out and see the world.
Instead, we curl up in a rocking chair for nap time. We fold laundry and look for missing socks. We "hold down the fort" while other people are out living the dream.
In some ways I'm glad this life of staying is ours. I'm glad we don't have to rush around in the morning to get everybody out the door to day care, school, and work. Rather we get to rest, relax, and enjoy just being home.
It's a blessing.
But I do look forward to the day when we aren't always tied to nap times and car seats and diapers and such. When we are free to get out and go and do.
That will be a blessing too.