The fall was so busy, there were days when I didn’t really see my kids. I mean, I would be aware of their bodies as I bellowed at them to “Get in the van or we’re GOING TO BE LATE!” and when I dropped them at school. And I was happy to retrieve them at the day’s end, but then I would come home and get swallowed up my by work and then launch into some half-hearted dinner prep, turn on the TV for them, then go through the motions of getting ready for bed, all while my phone beeped with texts and calls. Gah.
Things have quieted down a little, work-wise, and I find myself having the time to really see these kids again. To cuddle with them in bed on a Saturday morning and sing some silly songs and read some books and look into their eyes and hear about how their days went and notice all the freckles on their noses.
And it’s really, really nice.