We have three kids, born in quick succession after four years of marriage. You should see them—they’re like triplets, little bundles of energy and chaos, constantly stealing our peace. I love them deeply, as much as I love the air I breathe. These kids are closer to me than they are to their mom. I’m the one who gets them ready for school, buys them gifts, and takes them out to play. Their mom does her best, but they always run to me for everything.

This Christmas break, for the first time in our eleven years of marriage, we decided to send them to spend the holidays with their grandma—my mom.

Since they’ve been away, I’ve noticed something beautiful in our marriage. We’re not in a rush to get out of bed in the morning. We lie there, completely relaxed, with her head on my chest, just talking and enjoying each other’s company. When we’re hungry, we either heat something or I step out to grab some food for us.

We’ve taken to walking around the house naked all day. When the mood strikes us, we throw on some shabby clothes and take a long walk, holding hands and laughing. After ten years of marriage, I hadn’t seen this side of us before. It feels fresh, like we’re a brand-new couple. Life has slowed down to a pace that works for us, and I adore the intimacy we’ve rediscovered.

Here’s the crazy part: I don’t want the kids back—at least, not yet. I don’t miss them. I wish the holidays could stretch on forever so I wouldn’t have to see them too soon. I call my mom and talk to them, and they tell me they want to come home. My mom, on the other hand, seems thoroughly entertained by their presence. If I were to suggest she keep them longer, maybe even permanently, I think she’d gladly agree. My wife doesn’t seem to mind either. Maybe not now, but it’s something I might explore next academic year.

My Mom Doesn’t Care How I Make The Money I Send To Her

Am I being selfish for choosing “us” over the kids? You should see us now. As I type this, it’s nearly midday, and we haven’t even started the day. The hours pass, but we have no reason to rush. My wife just walked in to serve me food. She’s shirtless and dross-less. This adds more to the fragrance of the food. With the kids around, moments like this would be impossible. Never!

— Boama

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