The most beautiful necklace a mother can wear is her child’s arms around her neck.
I’m on the road and I’m missing my girls. My youngest has been sick and I haven’t been there to give her cuddles and fall asleep with her in my arms. I’ve been away from home since Monday and I’m feeling the Mummy guilt.
I’m hating the job that is taking me away from them.
But I’m also forced to have time out, time to myself – without the noise of housework and homework and grocery shopping and family.
This morning I went for a run. I’m not a runner. I’ve hated running all of my life. But I’ve taken it up over the last couple of years – for two reasons – I couldn’t find enough time in a day to walk – and stress. In stressful weeks I can find myself running before work and after work and in the weekend. It lets me process my thoughts and dulls the shouting in my head. It lets me be in the moment. Be present.
And when I get to run along the beach – I’m loving it. So this morning I ran along the waterfront and found myself a spot to sit and watch the boats go by, to breathe, to appreciate my life and be grateful for what I have.
I’m grateful that I have a supportive husband that lets me chase a stupid career, even when it means he is stuck at home alone with sick children. And I’m grateful that I have two beautiful, smart, healthy daughters who will grow into strong and independent women.
So I don’t love my job. Does that matter? There are parts I really enjoy – I get to help my clients, sometimes through very stressful situations – and I get to work with an amazing team of people. At the end of a day it is a job – do I need to love it?
There is a lot of pressure these days to “find a career that is your passion” to “love going to work” – but does a job really have to fuel your soul?
I don’t know. But right now I’m happy and I’m peaceful and I’m looking forward to getting home and having those beautiful little arms around my neck. This is finding my balance.