I’ve downshifted again. This time fundraising and writing (mostly from home) as my dots make ready for Kindergarten and preschool, respectively. Having given up working in offices (for the time-being) in favor of chumminess I’m often doing the math in my head during the day.
Mom home + kids = happier?
Intellectually stimulated enough + kids happy enough = me happier?
Ultimately it comes down to
Me + them + every day = Easier than me working in an office.
Ultimately, when my daughters treat me like wallpaper, regular gasoline on the highway pit-stop, then. Then I know I’ve arrived at that right combination of Mommy + self + their happiness. We’ve become an imperfect loud smelly soup of “us.”
We’ve become a family.