Back To Work

I'm headed back to work. I've actually been working, but tomorrow is my first day on the road. It is a bittersweet feeling. For me, it is harder to leave Harrison. He is the one that is most affected by my absence. I'm excited to get back to work, however. I actually love to work. I have a great job that I wouldn't trade for anything. For me, working makes me a better mother. I know that isn't the case for everyone, but it is for me. Sure, I have to miss out on things and will continue to miss out on things in my boys' lives, but it isn't the end of the world. I grew up with a working mom and yes, there were times that she missed things in my life, but it didn't change how I loved her. I actually remember her making more an effort to be at places for me. When she worked in Columbia and had to be out of town a few days, I remember her driving to surprise me at my school on my birthday. I also remember when she would be working all over the state, she would drive from who-knows-where to come to my volleyball games. Even though she had to work out of town, she was very present in my life. In fact, I would say that she made more of an effort to be present than a lot of moms. I also grew up knowing a lot about the workings of government because my mom worked. If she didn't, then, I may have never majored in Political Science in college. Now, my boys will grow up knowing a lot about chicken and how to effectively market a grand opening (which isn't nearly as cool as what my mom did). Either way, when my boys read back through this one day, and if they have any questions about why I worked, I want them to know that I worked because I love them, and I want to be the best mom that I can be to them. I will certainly miss them while I'm away, but I always leave them in good hands. And coming home is even sweeter now...look what I get to see when I come home.