I told my husband today that I feel irreplaceable, but not in the warm fuzzy feeling way.
As bedtime drew near for a 3 year old who was as crispy as toast and I held a hot, sweaty, fussy baby I suddenly realized how intregral I am to them. I am irreplaceable in their eyes and hearts and yet all I wanted to do in that moment was escape. Not escape and flee the
country house, just escape from their need for me.
Remind me that I said this when they are teenagers who view me as unnecessary.