Most of you know that my parents divorced when I was little.
Four to be exact and my brother was two weeks old.
My mom was hard pressed to make sure that we had dinner on the table, parent permission slips signed, and a ride home from school.
So, activities like Daisy Scouts, ballet, and gymnastics really were not on her purview or remotely in the budget.
It was last night in the middle of kicking off a Daisy Scout parent meeting that it hit me, I am extraordinarily blessed.
I am grateful for the opportunity to be able to provide this gift to my daughter. I am thankful that it is me that picks up my children each day from school and walks them through their homework in the afternoons.
I am mindful that our time together in this way is limited and unique to the ages that they are. And so for the time being, we live in a small house, drive older vehicles, and make it work on one income.
My hope is that as we look back and as they remember their childhoods that they will know that we were there. Mama helped them to earn their badges (as did my husband who is the Cubscout Leader), walked them through their spelling tests, crunched leaves with them, and snorted chocolate milk out our noses as we made bubbles in our cups.
Life is short. No matter how hard it is, I'm thankful that I get to spend my hours and days making these memories.