I spent all morning with 3 of my closet friends and their children. There was a 5, 3, 2, 1 1/2 and a newborn. We all had the morning free and thought it would be great to spend time together and eat lunch.
I played with my child, I played with my friend’s kids, I held a sleeping newborn while my toddler cried at my leg to show her attention. I fed my daughter with one hand while I ate my sandwich with the other. I had teachable moments with my peanut about sharing and made sure nothing small went into her mouth. I stood back and watched while she giggled with the other kids. The kids that she would grow up with.
We all chatted, laughed, there were even some tears. On the drive home, I reflected on how tired I felt because my daughter woke up at 5:30 this morning, was up one time last night and never sits still because she’s always exploring. I reflected how happy I was that my friends and I get together all of the time to enjoy our time together and let the kids play. I reflected on how I have loved every stage with my daughter a little bit more. I reflected on how full my heart was and I would not want anything to change.