It’s hot, so hot today and the wind is blowing but it isn’t cooling anything much. Here I am on my verandah though. The washing has long dried and is folded beside me (get up Tiff and put them away) and I am watching Ivy and Noah play in tubs of water, naked, free and happy and I am happy too.
Their faces relaxed, comfortable in their natural form. The wonders of their play area spread before them in typical toddler style. So carefree. Noah’s constant obsession with books has left us knowing that Spot is on the farm, visiting with all his animal friends, today and that cats have soft fur and rough tongues.
How could I have denied myself these days with them? How could I with the other children? Those days are gone now, lost forever and where was I? At work, studying, who knows.
What I do know is that I won’t be giving up my time with Ivy and Noah without a fight. It doesn’t matter how many people offer me employment. It doesn’t matter that I am losing my skills as a midwife and that I will have to retrain when the babies are grown.
All that matters is the here and now.