Those early years are so precious! My maternal instincts told me I needed to be the one raising my children.
I wanted to be there for their first words, their first steps, and their first solid food.
I wanted to be the one who kissed their boo-boos and dried their tears.
But, alas!
It wasn’t meant to be.
As a nurse, I could find work when my husband couldn’t. So, he did the “Mr. Mom” thing while I juggled 2-3 jobs to keep food in those hungry tummies and shoes on those growing feet!
I sure wish I had then what I have now!
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