Sitting here Sunday night, I am having the same thoughts in my head as I did three years ago when I started this blog...
I have always been a hard worker. I have never been one to be able to sit back and be average.
In fact, I would rather be terrible at something than be average. I guess that is why I figure if I am going to work, I am going to rock it.
So, since I have to work for economical reasons, I will push myself. To be the best...
Didn't I just write this same post??????????
Well, to be the best at this point in my carrier requires me to travel. A lot.
Even more than when I did before.
Case in point, so far this month I have been to Denver, Sacramento, Orange County, Hollywood and San Francisco.
I come home every trip and luckily after some tight hugs and many "sorry's", it seems that I haven't missed a beat.
But in reality, I know I have missed a lot.
My mom stayed home when i was little. So did my Nana... so did my husbands mom and so did all of my aunts.
Addison is going to be 6 this month. I was home with her for 6 weeks when she was a baby.
This hurts my heart.
A bit of rambling I know but I hope one day when I print these writings out in a book for my girls, that they know I miss them every second of being gone but that I do it all for them.
And I hope when they grow up, they can say that they had role models that stayed home and one that worked.
I pray that I have given them the tools to decide for themselves what is best.
And I really hope that they have to think about it.
It would sure make me feel better anyway.
2 years ago