How I Adore The Pilgrims
Motherhood has been a journey for me. When my first daughter was born, I spent close to near every moment with her or close by her for at least the first few months. Slowly I was able to let go and you would find me out at Target (five minutes away) for huge half hour jaunts. I never took my commitment to motherhood lightly.
Then came along daughter number two. My time with her wasn't so closely coveted. I knew she would be okay with her daddy or nana or the plumber that came to fix the toilet (just kidding, kind of). Seriously the second time around, I didn't feel like Momma Bear protecting my new cub. Granted we still spend almost every waking moment together, but I have come to embrace my independence.
Time is to be cherished, with your children and decompressing with out them. A few months ago, I happened upon a perfect situation. One morning a week, my girls go to a dear neighbor's house for a few hours, so I can get some time to myself. Now granted, I will be the first to admit that my husband is a full time dad, when he's not at his full time day job. He loves being with the girls, which allows me plenty of free time on the weekends or evenings. But sometimes it's nice to just get out during the day, run errands without all the in and out of car seats and complications of dragging children around aimlessly. Or maybe even a cup of chai with a friend. Or a visit to a private opening of a new store, that I was invited to.
My girls have such a wonderful time with my neighbor, that they usually ask to stop by there most days of the week. They do little craft projects, like the photo above. I feel content that my girls can develop relationships with other adults in their lives. I cherish my little time away and I cherish my time with them even more. To top it off, I have cutesy little crafts adorning my house, just in time for whatever holiday is up and coming. Oh, how I adore the pilgrims, they represent so much to me.