Be careful what you wish for
I keep a journal that I update usually around Yom Kippur and sometimes at other milestones. One thing that I’ve wished for a long time is to be a mother. Presto change-o Tin has appeared in our life after finally giving up that this wish would ever be fulfilled. I have this to say about that – it has exceeded my expectations by volumes. Even now with Tin cutting a tooth, not napping, and his new found will rearing its head more often – he is awesome. And motherhood is an incomparable experience.
I’ve always kept the gypsy blood I inherited from my dad at bay by having a job where I travel often. Tin has taken the thunder out of hitting the road. Last night I was filled with anxiety dreams about security and my family being safe. It’s easier to separate from your partner who you could call and say hi, I’ll be home in a few than it is from a child who has no concept of time when you are uber aware of time and how a few nights away could be milestones in his development.
And there is the balancing act – your career, your partner, your child, your life – I wonder how young women with young kids manage all of this while they are still seeking self-actualization themselves? Tough.