I have friends who often say that they need a break from their kids. While I say that parenting is 90% good, sometimes that 10% can really get under your skin. It is usually nothing that my 20 month old son has done or is doing, it is usually more about my patience level at that particular moment. Knowing that doesn't make it any easier. At these hard moments, I try to take a deep breath,bite my tongue, and laugh. I try. I wish I was always successful.
The fact is, I like being with Gus. I like it a lot. I like when he works to figure something out. I like when he knocks over the blocks I piled up. I like his determination when he wants something. I like how he loves to play in the water. I like when he smiles. I like when he laughs.
I may have been guilty once or twice of wanting a break, but overall, I like having him around. I feel guilty when he has to spend additional time with a babysitter. So this past weekend, when he needed a babysitter for a late night chaperoning followed by an early morning run, I was happy my parents were willing to keep him overnight. On Saturday, I had about 45 minutes to myself in between two different events. All I could think about was how quiet, how empty, how lonely it felt at my house without Gus. I will take a break from work, a break from television, a break from doing laundry. But I won't take a break from Gus.
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