I used to roll my eyes (on the inside) when women would say they cried when they had to leave their kids to go back to work. Now I only have 5 days left with my girls before my return to the daily grind after a 3 month maternity leave, and I am the sap feeling weepy.
I have been snuggling a little longer at bedtime with Quinn and stealing some kanoodle time during the day with both of them. I've been watching and studying them a little bit longer than usual. I think about how lucky we are, and I think of a quote from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly that REMINDS me how lucky we are...and then I sob like a crazy woman.
[For those of you who haven't seen the movie or read the book, it's a true story of a 42 year old man who has a stroke and is totally paralyzed except for one eyelid which he uses to dictate his memoirs by blinking the alphabet.] He speaks of his situation and of one of his sons:
"I, his father have lost the simple right to ruffle his bristly hair, clasp his downy neck, hug his small, lithe, warm body tight against me"