All day I sit and think about my 8-month old and WISH I was home with him, yet I know there is no other option. With his father working in another state, I HAVE to work. Event if we were living in the same home, I'd still have to work. Just because were both college -educated (me with a Masters), doesn't mean I'm awarded the stay-at-home-mom award. I grew up in a middle class home, with working parents and honestly believe its helped me be a more independent-critical thinker. I pray the decisions that I have to make currently will later assist with his growth. Yes, its hard and hurtful. Yes, I cry. But the moment I get home, and the joy I feel is like Christmas/Birthdays/New Years Eve all put together! Lastly, I strongly believe the life that God gives us is no mistake.