Choose The Kids

Anna Quindlin

Mommy, I like it when you are at home.  I don’t want you to go back to work.  Ever.

My heart broke in a million pieces.  You and me both, baby.  You and me both.

So I didn’t.  We spent the afternoon making play dough, jumping on the trampoline, and reading books.  There is nowhere in the world I would have rather been, than right there, with my girl.  I will never look back and remember that afternoon that I should have gotten more work done.  But I will remember her hugging my legs and telling me how happy she was that I was home with her.

I love you so much, Mommy!

I love you, too, baby.