I've been blessed to have such wonderful parents.
Every day this summer, while I'm at work trying to bring home a bit of bacon, they spend time making sure that my girl is well-cared for, and loved. They never ask for a dime, and have always insisted that it's better that she's there with them, than in a different summer daycare program every week. Finances aside, they've insisted that Kole's well-being means far more to them, than free time. Even when she's at school, they are very involved in her upbringing. The times that I can't be with her, they make sure that she gets to ball practice, can attend a school friend's birthday party, or has been taken to the mall to purchase new running shoes that she outgrew the last week, that I still haven't been able to go shopping for.
I'm more than happy to spend the weekend with my mom, who hates staying home alone overnight. My dad went up north to visit my brother, who is completing in his billionth triatholon, and so Kole and I have been able to stay over to keep her company. We haven't done much than watch movies together, read together in the same room, or surf the web while the other is reading or watching television. But it's a comfortable companionship. One that I've missed since being so busy doing other things.
No one has to tell me I'm a lucky girl. I'm just glad that I've got the chance to feel this way.