You know what I've noticed lately?
That I spend too much time feeling guilty about not enough time spent with each of my kids.
But a little chunk of time with each goes a long way.
Today, I spent the day home with John because he was sick. So he got a big piece of my time.
I had Mark get Emma from the babysitter's after school b/c I couldn't leave with John. I felt a little guilty b/c I hadn't really talked to her all day.
I brought her to basketball practice shortly after she got back and we talked pretty much non-stop the whole way there and back. About school, her 4-H project, friends, haircuts that we're getting tomorrow . . . And BOOM, just like that, I felt back in touch with her and so in love with her. And hopefully, she felt the same way.
Then, I wondered why I felt guilty in the first place.
(Now, Anna has been gone ALL day but that's another story that involves a 12-year old's non-stop social life)