Yesterday, Owen and I were outside getting the carport cleared for our wood delivery. I heard a really loud helicopter noise, and looked up to see three Army Blackhawks (I guess that's what they were) flying formations around our neighborhood. Living near an Army base, we occasionally see this. The helicopters come out every year or so. The last time they did this, we were on a walk and Owen was too little to really notice them.
This time, they were just the thing a truck, train, plane, and vehicle loving toddler wanted to see. I showed Owen, and he was riveted. He ran from the front yard to the back yard, watching them and asking over and over what they were. Then he asked me where his helicopters were. I told him I thought they were in the living room, and he disappeared inside the house. He came out with his two helicopters. He held them as he ran back and forth watching the real ones, babbling to himself and pretending to make his helicopters fly. They were so low and loud and flew around the neighborhood for over half and hour.
With the recent addition of my part time job, Owen and I have been home a lot more. On the days I'm not working, I find myself trying to get caught up on everything else. And while I try to make sure we go somewhere at least once a week, we aren't running around nearly as much as we used to. We're spending more time at home, and yesterday, I was glad for that. Glad to enjoy a warm fall day watching Owen's amazement at the helicopters.
The choice to put my career and education on hold to be at home with the kids was not an easy one to make, and there are times when I wonder if I had done the right thing. It's times like this that make me realize I made the right decision.
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