6 years, 3 months.
I experience guilt over you. I don’t get to spend enough time with you.
However, it’s not an issue of choice. It’s not that I could be spending time with you but am choosing not to.
Instead, it’s that in order to make a living for our family, Mommy and I both have to work. That’s nothing unique. That’s a normal problem.
But it presents a lifestyle in which despite living in a wonderful neighborhood and you being able to attend one of the best schools in the Nashville area, Mommy and I have to spend so much of our time commuting- and therefore, you spend time at “before care” in addition to being at Kindergarten most of the day.
During the week, my time is so limited with you. Every morning, I get you ready for school and drop you off. Every night we eat dinner together and then I get you ready for bed. All time combined, that’s barely an hour.
So really, it’s mainly just the weekends where I get to spend time with you. Granted, we’re having to buy groceries, clean the house, run errands, and go to church.
Not to mention, I’m constantly taking care of your baby sister when we’re all together.
I’m not able to pay you the attention I want. You don’t demand it. But I’m not able to give you what I want.
That’s why I treasure our quality time together. That’s why I make the most of it.
I experience guilt over this. I don’t know what else I can do though.
This is simply what I know as being a modern-day American parent who works full time and lives in a commuter’s community.
I wish could be with you more. You’re worth so much more than I can give you.