It’s been a quiet week at the Swarts’ residence. The kids have been visiting their grandparents in Klerksdorp. It has been bliss! The house is tidy. It’s been quiet. I’ve gotten so many things done, without having to rush/ listen to a moaning toddler or keep the constant bickering at bay. I’ve manage to take a stroll in the shops. We’ve had a meal in a restaurant that wasn’t Spur. We’ve been to the cinema and didn’t watch a kiddie film – although all I really wanted to watch was Paddington Bear.
It’s been great, but can I have my boys back now?
I’ve missed my kids from the moment we dropped them off . When I phoned to speak to them, Oliver wasn’t keen on speaking and Logan immediately said to me: “Can I please speak to Daddy?”. I felt a bit bruised at the time, but I love that he missed his dad.
Today I am grateful for my kids. For the meaning they bring to my life. Honestly I’ve been feeling a bit lost without them! I am grateful for the chaos, the noises – the sheer delight and laughter mainly, but also the bickering, moans and even tantrums. I have been hand-picked to me a mother to Logan & Oliver. I have the privilege of being a stepmom to WD. I am so grateful! I am so blessed!