When I went back to work in September, five months ahead of schedule, I had one major sticking point upon which I struggled: how the fresh heck was I going to get it all done? The all, of course, being almost precisely what I talked about in my last blog: the literal everything of mom… Continue reading why i’m paying for everything i can
In reflecting, I’ve come to realize that perhaps the reason my return to work has felt so hard has been that I set too high a standard for myself.
The mom I thought I would be wouldn’t love her baby any more or any less. She wouldn’t feel less fulfilled or like a stranger to herself. She wouldn’t be happier. Neither version is a failure.
It doesn’t feel possible that eight years have passed since your very first day and now, here you are: officially a middle schooler.
Time, as we all know it, actually passes at pretty much the exact same pace. While there are some small variations, we generally accept that days have 24 hours, years 12 months, and so on and so on. We can all probably generally accept that time can feel like it’s moving exceptionally slowly or quickly.… Continue reading on perspective and time