I’ve spent most of the past year home with my two kids engaging in the work of motherhood. After going back to work when my oldest was 12 weeks old, it was both a difficult decision and a no-brainer to give up my job for one that was flexible and part-time in preparation to become a mom of 2.
As I gear up for another change in working status, (more to come
on that) there has been one piece of my experience that I did not expect that has totally, completely taken my breath away.
At the risk of sounding overly sanguine, I did not even begin to anticipate the effect it would have on my life to spend my days surrounded by love. That is the true gift I have received being with my girls this year. Despite the tears, tantrums, pee on the floor, and unidentifiable rashes, there was also a near constant stream of hugs, kisses, tickles, snuggles, and little arms wrapped around me.
I was in a difficult place in my life a year ago, and I feel that this experience has had the same effect on me that The Whos from Whoville had on the Grinch after he stole their Christmas. Being surrounded by love has been strengthening, healing, empowering. My heart has grown and exploded its previous boundaries.
For this, I am grateful.