My son is a sweetheart. He's a sensitive guy. All balls, then falls and cries. Never stops the stuff that hurts him, though. We jokingly refer to him as "the walking accident" which he thinks is funny. My daughter is 6 going on 16. We do have great relationships. H is a good day, minus the leaving part, which is pretty big in the big picture, but other than that, he's helpful, close to them and really enjoys them. I don't understand how he can choose to be away from them and can even think about doing this to them for the rest of their young, tender lives.
When I'm not around them, I miss them terribly. But not in a "I just can't stand to be apart from my kids" kind of way; I've always been a fairly independent Mom. More it kills me that I don't have the option to be with them, that we are being forced apart.
They are just little bulbs of joy, lives and personalities developing and learning and it's just so cool.
That said, good god I'm glad I don't have four kids! Dinner and breakfast we so much more difficult, getting it all ready and the like. Then again, I doubt I'd have a 4-, 5- and two 6-year olds and if I did they'd be used to things taking a lot longer and I'd know that two of them don't like choc chip pancakes. What kid doesn't like choc chip pancakes?? And who only eats cheese at their own house?
I'm off to garden, work out and then hit a bucket of balls myself with my new golf clubs.
Me: 42/H: 37 T: 10 years/M: 8 D9, S8 Bomb: 7.23.07 Separated: 1.20.08 D Final 3.19.09 Affair started in '05, found out parts in 11/07. They married 11.26.09