*sigh* Weeks - actually, more likely months - ago when my beautiful cousin and I decided to start this blog I wrote my first entry on a piece of paper that I have carried around with me since, just waiting to find time to log on and type it out. The yellow piece of paper is now crumpled at the bottom of my purse, not forgotten, not discarded, never ignored, just waiting for the time when my beautiful daughter would be asleep and my wonderful husband would do something, anything, that didn't require my attention as well so that I could pull it from its storage space and finally type it out. And now that time has finally been found and yet I find myself typing something other than what I had intended for my first post. 

I am the working mom. For me, finding time to do something that doesn't involve my precious daughter is rare. Although I am sure that every stay at home mom has this same delemia, being a working mom presents me with a signficant challenge, trying to not feel guilty that being a working mom means being an absent mom.  This means that when I am not at work, every ounce of attention that I have, no matter how tired I am, no matter my mood, and no matter what else needs to be done, is focused on my daughter. Each day as soon as I leave work, my only thought is to reaching her and spending the few hours I will have with her before her bedtime. This time I spend with her is just as precious to me as the very child herself. I would not trade it for anything. In those few hours I have with her after work, I will take her smiles, her laughter, and even her tantrums as the precious gifts that they are. 

This is what I felt like typing tonight.