It’s wild to think that a year ago I was frantically packing, avoiding saying goodbyes I didn’t want to need to say, and feeling so unsure.
It isn’t easy making the transition from leading others, to leading only yourself. I miss having a team, but I also love the deeply personal pride I feel after completing a project on my own.
One of my favorite things about being home with my Sunshine is the luxury of doing one thing at a time and giving all of myself to that one thing. Whether it’s playing with her outside, cooking, writing, chores, or anything else, I no longer spend all my time doing one thing and thinking about something else that needs doing.
Part of the reason I loved this house the moment I met her is that a writer is meant to live here and I knew when I crossed the threshold for the first time that I wanted that writer to be me.
Motherhood is amazing and fulfilling and difficult and precious. The rest of me is still here, too, and still needs to be acknowledged, exercised, and cherished. It’s a balance I’m still working out.
Even on our worst days, I miss her while she naps.
Time to go, the dishes are calling, and since I let that call go to voicemail yesterday, I’d best pick up today. : )