Yay, yay and YAY!

I am a working mom, and yes, I love my job, but I have to admit that being home raising my child has a far greater draw. Scratch that--it's not really a draw as as it is a must. In fact, I don't think my heart and spirit will let me have a choice in the matter, it's just something I feel I have to do, enough so that when I can't be mom, the difficulty of it is greater than I can bear. Any love I might feel for my career goes right out the window. For those of you who can relate, it's a ridiculous calling in many ways. Some would ask, why on earth I would give up the relative peace and quiet of my desk/office artist job for a toddler in the throes of his terrible twos? I don't know, because I am his mom, I  guess, and maybe I'm a glutton for punishment but I don't want it any other way. I guess I just prefer the rewards that come in small packages--smiles, hugs, declarations of love, and seeing my little one grow, learn and develop.

For now, I'll happily take what I can get, which is 3 days at work, the rest of it off. Maybe someday soon (God willing) it will be 5 days a week. Will I question my sanity for that decision? Probably, yes. Regret? definitely, certainly, no.