In August, 2002 I finished work 6 weeks before the scheduled* birth of my first baby with no clear idea of when/if I would return to full-time paid work. I sit here 9 years and almost 6 months later never having returned to full-time paid work.
It wasn’t planned, but I was blessed that we could afford this luxury and that I enjoyed being home with my little girls.
But, today I lost my little sidekick. I waved her off to her first day of big school with a big, proud smile and a cheery wave.
I didn’t expect to feel a little bit of grief when my last chick flew the nest and went to school. I thought I would feel light with relief that I was now free to set in motion all the things I’d yearned to do butmy right hand feels strange without a chubby little hand nestling perfectly in it as I go about my day.
I will adjust. I have to.
Little hand snug in mine,
(* Ahhh, the best laid plans. Finished on a Friday, hospitalised on the Sunday and my 3lb 15oz first born arrived the following Saturday! So much for some “me time” before giving birth….)