It’s fairly quiet. Well–No one is screaming or crying in frustration. That’s a win in my book.
I hear giggling in the other room. Completing the task I’m working on is temping, but the lure of my children’s’ happiness pulls me in like a siren’s song.
I walk to the room they’re in and peek around the wall. If they see me it might disappear before I can catch it, soak it in.
They’re playing together. Laughing together. Helping each other. They actually look like… Friends.
It’s hard for me to pin point the best part about having kids. But in this moment I’m going to vote and say it’s their friendship.
What’s your favorite part about having kids?