Often I tend to focus on how children have limited my life. I have to be home for their nap and bed times, I can’t go out without a babysitter, there  has to be milk in the house, dinner has to be at a certain time and everything needs to be child friendly. However recently I have begun thinking instead about how much richer my life is now because of the kids. This morning I took them for a walk, all rugged up in beanies and jackets, now if I was by myself I would walk briskly and quickly cover the ground, I would get a decent work out but I don’t think I would really see things.

I wouldn’t see the ducks, definitely wouldn’t have stopped and fed them. I wouldn’t see the horses and definitely wouldn’t have stopped to pat them and tried to feed them bark. I wouldn’t have seen the massive stick that Wrigglebot found or have seen him insist on riding his stick horse all the way home. I wouldn’t have laughed at seeing an old man walking along holding his own stick that he had managed to pick up on his journey just like Wrigglebot. I wouldn’t have seen the excitement in little faces at discovering new things that I manage to ignore almost every day when I am not with them.

Sometimes I complain, but really, would I rather be in some office somewhere in front of a computer or riding stick horses?

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