Privacy. What mother hasn't longed for a little privacy in the midst of taking care of her family? Have you ever been in the bathroom and heard the words from outside the locked door, "Watcha doing?"
I spent many years with little to no privacy. Every part of me, from my time to my energy to my physical self, was fair game for five pairs of little hands. And you know what? I loved it. (Okay, I didn't always love it, but I found intense satisfaction in doing what I was doing. A lack of privacy was a small price to pay for the joy of caring for my children.)
My children are all grown, moved out, some dealing with their own lack of privacy as they raise families of their own. I discovered something: I miss that lack of privacy. I miss being needed in the way I once was. Thankfully, I still have the opportunity to lavish love upon those I love. I can still find ways to be needed.
So, for today, I am grateful for privacy ... and for the lack of it.