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Last week I had a glimpse into what my life would be like if I went back to work. Monday through Thurday mornings I ran a dive camp for the Evergreen Rec Center. So each morning I got up with Wesley, gave him his medications and played with him for a few minutes before I left him with Colby's mom and grandma (who came out for the week to watch Wes for me). Then I went and taught 8-12 year olds how to dive (which quickly reminded me why I chose to be a high school teacher instead of elementary). So for a net profit of $80, I spent 4 mornings away from my son. I'm sure it was good for me to let go a little bit and do something not as a mother, but ultimately it doesn't seem like it was worth it. Wesley was very well taken care of any they even very graciously cleaned my house while I was gone, but every morning I just wanted to stay home with my baby boy. I am blessed to be able to stay home most of the time currently and next school year. I don't know what will happen beyond that, but right now I am enjoying all the time I have with my son.

After working, having company, having a BBQ, and celebrating Father's Day, I was ready to spend a few days home alone with Wesley. The introverted part of me enjoys socializing but needs time alone to rest and recharge. Monday and Tuesday I got to spend mostly at home so today I was ready to go to the Anchor Center and see other people again. Wesley is officially 6 months old today.  It's amazing that 1/2 a year has gone by already and at the same time it's hard to believe he's only been in our lives for 1/2 a year.

Tonight I sat and cuddled with Wesley for a while. It's been several weeks since I just sat and held him while he slept because we've been too busy. These are some of the most precious moments we have together.  Suddenly when he's asleep, he doesn't have a disability anymore.  For those moments there is no need to work on therapy or stretches or worry about doctor's appointments or insurance.  I can just hold him and love on him. So tonight I'm feeling especially blessed to have a very precious 6 month old little boy. How increadibly humbling it is to be his mother.

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  1. KristaJune 23, 2012 at 3:51 PM

    This is a beautiful post, Megan. I so enjoy seeing these insights into your heart. :)

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