Tonight I went over to a friend’s house and had some accountability time. It was wonderful. She is younger than me and I got to see much of myself in her. It was neat to see where I’ve come and how I can share with her from my past experiences. It didn’t take long, it didn’t cost any money, but I came home with a different outlook. When I got home my husband sent me directly up to the girls’ room. My oldest, who is rarely affectionate, was crying for me to give her a hug and kiss. With me not being there they actually missed me.
In leaving my family I become a better wife and mother for them.
The person who comes home acts and thinks different that the one who left AND I’m missed and appreciated more when upon my return.
2 comments:
So if you left for a week or two you'd come back and be a REALLY good mom, right?
That's what I'm thinking. Cruise anyone?
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