I was sitting with Adam this morning going through a few word books and a Farmyard Tales book, specifically looking for all the little hidden yellow ducks and it got me thinking how lucky I am to be at home with my kids. 

Each of my children, in their first 3 years before going to school, have had individual time with me  (mostly in the mornings) to build a puzzle, read a book, or play in the garden.  They have been shopping partners and my coffee date (okay maybe that was only Eli). We have learnt our colours, and numbers, we have sung songs, we have watched birds, squirrels and fish. We have napped together,  baked together, painted and played with playdough together. Each day filled with little moments of time together. 

Yes there have been, and there still are boring and mundane moments, lonely and difficult moments, but this morning as I sat quietly with Adam looking through books I’ve probably looked at a 100 times, I felt happy.