Isn't it fun having kids at the office?

So... I love my kids. I like to have them around.

Back when I worked from 'the' office attached to our shop building, I'd come home and get the kids after school and take them back with me to finish up... from time to time. The video associated with this entry is much like it was on a regular basis when the kids came with me to work. I have to laugh when I watch it.

I'm smarter now, I think. I have a little corner in the game room where my desk and files and all are situated. I work late at night or when the little ones are napping... sometimes I plug them in to the TV, I hate to say. I snatch a bit of time here and there and do my best to keep it all in check. My kids can come and go and I can pause as needed to care for their needs... sometimes just their wants. It works. Mostly.

I hope, when all is said and done, that my children will each be able to look back on their childhood(s) and say they felt loved and valued. I hope each one knows and feels he/she was cherished. I hope they remember how I often stopped what I was doing at my desk to help with homework or to kiss a boo boo. I wonder if they will remember how I typed with one hand and held the baby on my shoulder. I wonder if they will remember being held on my shoulder while I worked.

When I am old, I hope I will not look back on these days with regret that I spent my time unwisely. I hope I will have cuddled my children enough. I hope I will have smiled into their eyes often enough and frowned not often at all. I hope I can remember how it feels to look into the eyes of my child, loving and being loved so purely and completely. I hope I will not look back and feel sad that I was so worried about getting my work done that I had neglected the greatest work I am about; that which is not done on a computer keyboard: That which is only done with gentleness and love; that which is done over a lifetime and begins with the birth of a child. "The greatest work you can ever do is that which you do within the walls of your own home." (David O. McKay) Not the work I do at this machine in the corner of my game room... but the work I do within the hearts of my children and husband. And by default, the work that is wrought upon my own heart.

I'm so glad to have kids at the office!

Comments

  1. Maren and DustinFebruary 12, 2009 at 9:23 PM

    Sally, that was just plain hilarious! The nonstop noise and crying and talking and the fact that you are laughing is amazing! Thanks for letting us "in" on your blog. Too funny.

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  2. Sally BlackburnFebruary 12, 2009 at 10:23 PM

    Anything I can do to help! haha!

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