When my husband was offered a job across the state last year, I knew that it was time for me to stay at home and not go back to work. It was something I always thought I would do but hadn’t pursued for various reasons. I was really nervous about being a stay at home mom. Praying for courage, we said our painful goodbyes to friends and family, packed up and moved.
What a year it has been! It hasn’t been easy and there have been a lot of moments of frustration and doubt but I am so thankful that I have this time with my children. As obvious as it may seem, it’s easy to forget that they are not young for long. JP started preschool this week. Already mister independent – barely a kiss goodbye before he was running after his friends. Kai is already a little toddler and no longer a baby.
I look back and wonder what I was so worried about. Why did I think that I wouldn’t want to spend every precious minute I could with my little guys? But isn’t that the case most of the time? Taking leaps of faith into the unknown are hard and scary. But opportunities don’t come around every day.
I have learned so much this last year about myself and my children and I hold on tighter to the hope that is in Jesus more than ever before. I couldn’t ask for anything more.