Sometimes all it takes is one look. In this case, it was three—
hers, his, hers
—to know.
It’s the right decision. It’s the right move. It’s RIGHT.
“Wait. Really, Mama? Like, home home? Like every single day home?”
You could see it in their eyes. The slight skepticism, the hope, the relief.
“We’re getting you back? We have really missed you.”
As have I.
Missed them.
Terribly.
What began as an exciting adventure 7 months ago, one that I wouldn’t trade, is coming to an end.
In 8 days.
I will be leaving Canadian Family.
I had thought it was going to get better—the long commute, the long days, the tireds, the stress, the being away from my family. But instead of getting better, it got worse. I lost weight, I was moody, my hair started falling out like I was a goddamn Golden Retriever. And then came the pink tutu.
But I knew. I knew as I was typing the words for that post. I knew that changes were going to have to be made. I knew that something was going to have to happen so I could just stop weeping.
And in a meeting that was filled with so much anxiety, so much sadness, so much heavy heart, I quit my job.
I had never quit a job before. I don’t recommend it. It’s one of the worst feelings in the world—letting down people you love, people you care about, people who depend on you.
But it was the right decision.
There are some fabulous things in the works for me.
And they all involve the word HOME.
(The whole working-in-PJs thing is just a bonus)
There are photography courses and home studios and websites to be set up and passions to be explored.
There is an office desk and supplies to be purchased and work to be created.
There are words like Editor. In. Chief. on the horizon. Oh this is a good one; a really, really good one.
There will be carpools and playdates and school presentations to go to.
And there are three little faces—hers, his, hers—who are hugging me just a little bit tighter today. Because, for them, having Mama back is better than Disneyland.
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