Milkshakes and Margaritas is welcoming another contributor, Michelle Truelson, to the blog. She is starting off with a post that pulls at the heart strings but reminds us what we are striving for in raising our children.
It used to be that I couldn't even leave the house for a run without the cry of the wild. I would literally have to pry my kids off me to get the smallest of breaks. Entire
date nights were ruined by my fear I had done lifelong mental damage to my kids by leaving them mid-scene. The visual of the sitter holding them back from wanting, "one more hug," dominated our dinner conversation. And the bitterness that my husband, "just didn't get it," would fill up what time we had left. And to add insult to injury, all this anguish would cost us $150 minimum. I longed for a guilt-free break - a seamless transition to "me" time. And yet, even in the peak of it, I knew to hold tight. I knew that those years were fleeting and someday I would long to be needed. I just didn't know how much or how soon.