It recently occurred to me that both my kids are getting to an age where staying home all day is not really an option. Whether she likes it or not, my older daughter has to go to school. And my younger daughter is at an age where most kids are doing at least part time preschool.
Basically, the period of time when it would make sense for me to be a stay-at-home mother is just about over. I can now go to work guilt free.
But there's something a little bit sad about it. I know a lot of women who have been home with their children during this entire time, and are now just starting to go back to work, and it makes me feel like maybe I missed out on something that is now gone forever.
Should I have taken a year or two off from work? Should I have been present for every bottle or lunch or afternoon nap?
My brain tells me no. Taking that kind of time off was just not feasible. And my kids are fine. I spent plenty of time with them.
But I didn't get to have that prolonged period of it just being me and my toddler. And now I never will. I can't help but feel a little bit sad.