Friday, January 31, 2014
Last week I was sitting at a cafe sipping my chai while Clementine chewed on dried apple in her pram. An older man came up to us, and started to play peek-a-boo with Clementine. She was laughing and kicking her legs, delighted by the attention. The man started to tell me that he has grandchildren, whom he adores, but that he missed out on this with his own children. He explained that he had to work 6 days a week and would leave when his kids were asleep and come home when they were tucked into bed again. He told me that I was lucky to be spending this time with her.
I do feel lucky, I really do. I feel lucky that my husband has a great job that he enjoys that enables me to stay home and take care of our baby. I love that I'm the first and last person she sees each day. I love watching her look of pride and astonishment as she learns something new, like pulling herself up to stand or starting to crawl. I love that I get to spend all day, every day, with this funny little person.