Raising a family is hard work. My day typically starts with noisy, hungry little boys and ends with noisy, hungry teenagers. Everyone wants a piece of my time, and I find myself flitting from one child to the next, answering questions, solving problems, and just being mom.
And then, my husband comes home.
He doesn’t need me to be his mommy – but, he does need me to be available. I am the only person on this earth in whom he can fully confide. Our marriage is a union between 2 hearts, minds, and bodies. I have to somehow find the energy to engage all 3 more often than not.
I am sure a few of you reading this just started to say, “But…” out loud.
“But, I have a newborn.”
“But, I need him to help out more.”
“But, there isn’t room in my day for another thing.”