We've been doing a lot of painting around here in the evenings. Miss June loves the feel of paint on her hands, Well, at least in the beginning and then she really wants clean hands again. She could go through all the paint in one night she has such gusto about it. I've been thinking of saving her paintings for wrapping paper this Christmas.
Sometimes I feel a lot of guilt or anxiety over not being with June all day.
I think for years I have wished that I could be many different things in my life. I know I am a mother, but sometimes I wish I could be one full time.
Or an architect. Or a yoga teacher. Or a musician. Or an artist. Or an expat living in South America somewhere. Or a politician.
It never ends, the wanting to do and be.
I hope I can impart a sense of this wonder and desire to fully live life in my daughter. It rankles that I have to confine my mothering to evenings and weekends. It will have to be enough.