I was ready. And I mean, READY. Folders created. Agendas solid. Technology charged and ready. It was the first time I was going to work side by side with my husband in our growing political consulting business.
Then the call came. Delightfully quirky, and kind Mrs. Marks called to say Caden was sick. And, flush. All my plans went straight down the toilet.
So, I sent my husband off, arms full of folders, his ears ringing with my admonitions: "Action Items", "Branding" and "Messaging".
Later, as I sat across my four year old and shared the merits of pooping, I had to smile. There was a time in my life when I was defined completely by work. Work was good. I was good. Work was bad. I was bad. My identity was tied to work, how much I made and what I was doing.
In the past three years, how things have changed. My identity is a work in progress. However, it's no longer tied to work. (Helps that my work has dried up, changed and flipped around more than a flapjack at a fundraiser).
Today there is no place I would rather be than with my four year old. Seems I am ready for more than just a meeting, or building a business. Seems I am ready to be a Mom. It's about time.
:-) Isn't life interesting?! The best laid plans of mice and men, eh?!! Or, perhaps...of mice and mamas!!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that you could be happy with your son and not working...and I'm glad too, that things are going well with your new business. God is good, eh?!!