Yea! Today is Friday! Oh, wait. Fridays are not the same anymore since we got "Little Boy." Fridays used to be the reward of my existence (sad, I know). I could look forward to the weekend, knowing that, finally, my time was MY time and I could do whatever I wanted. I don't need to let my boss know my whereabouts every second, I don't need to pretend to be working when I'm actually blogging - - oops, I didn't say that. My husband and I could take off and do anything we wanted. Or, we could do nothing at all. And if my husband had somewhere he needed to be or someone he needed to help for a few hours, then I had a precious few hours to myself. Yes, those were our weekends of old.
These days, however, Friday isn't the "yippee" kind of day it used to be. It's the "wow, we have a 6 year old living with us that we need to entertain every second of every hour of my precious weekend" kind of Friday. It's not really THAT bad, but I had forgotten that when you have young children in your home, your time is really not your own anymore. We raised three children, so I know. As my son said, we've done our time. And what a wonderful time it was. But it's kind of different when the child is not your own. But now is the time that I find out who I really am. Am I really someone who can give respite to a little boy who has only had turmoil in his short life? Am I someone who can forget about my wants and needs and put someone else first, above all else? I hope so. I pray so. "Little Boy" is definitely an energetic 6 year old, but he is a 6 year old who has been through what nobody (especially children) should have to go through but yet so many do. So, I will cease with the whining because we really are happy that we can help him to feel happy and secure and loved for a few months.
Time to throw off that burden of selfishness and put on that cloak of selflessness. "Little Boy" deserves that.