We’ve had a rough weekend of sickness, separation anxiety, and no sleep in our house. Today, after taking my son to his weekly occupational therapy appointment, I took a deep breath and thought about how lucky I am.
Lucky enough to stay at home with my son. Lucky enough to have the time to take him to his therapy appointments. Lucky enough to stay up with him all night when he needs it. Lucky enough to have the time and the resources to accomplish these tasks with minimal stress (well, minimal is used subjectively here). Deciding to be a stay-at-home mom was originally a choice, though it became quite clear after our son was born that it was also a necessity. Juggling his needs while trying to keep a regular job would be extremely difficult, so I am happy to be one of the lucky ones!