I
know I have not said much of late- I have been in and out of Nairobi planning
for next year, that is what happens when you are employed by one and working
for another. So as I head to bed, I feel
like just saying how much I miss home. This is where it gets tough sometimes
for working Mums.
I miss my family, my
wonderful hubby and kids
I
miss the dinner times, I miss the bathing times with the kids- this is one of
my favorites, mostly because I get all
the I love you from the girls, I am not
sure why they do this at this time.
I
miss the kisses from my boy that leave me with all the saliva smeared all over
my lips and cheeks.
I
miss the good mornings-sometimes we read stories before I leave for work and I
miss feeding breakfast to the kids too.
I
miss the details of their day-coming from my kids. Details to the very letter
and telling on each other.
I
miss the prayer time, the bed time stories and the songs that we sing before we
go to bed.
I
miss the "love you mum"-"goodnight Mum, love you, love you"…and when they are
tired, they just say-good night guys (Mum and Dad). Since when did we become
guys?
I
take some time to swim when I am in Mombasa, which is where I have been for
quite a while and I miss being with my family in the pool. They fill the pool
with laughter and joys – the yells and the cries all being part of it.
I
do not want to say what I miss as a wife, that is for the “I do and then” blog
for another day.
I
thank God for my family and I love them dearly. The time away also helps me to
reflect and to ask God for balance in my life. I appreciate the grace and in
that grace I live each an every day. Many people ask, how I manage to travel
and I have young family. Well, they look at it outside grace; you see God
gives you grace for every season in your life. I know it and I have lived it.
Have
a graceful week.
