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Thank you guys so much for your wonderful responses to my most recent career post. I talked about how to find mid-career motivation when you’re at a crossroads, and it all boiled down to one simple piece of advice: Find something challenging that matters.
Since that post, I’ve gotten so many comments and emails from you guys, and they made me so, so incredibly happy. It means so much to me when I hear from you all, and I’m thrilled to have touched on a topic that matters to so many of you.
But as I thought about that last post, it occurred to me that in some ways, it wasn’t a career post at all.
Because the flip side is this: Parenting is challenging too. And it matters just as much.
One of my hesitations in writing about my career is this: there’s a fine line between encouraging and supporting women’s careers and getting into the working-mom vs. stay-at-home-mom debate. And that debate isn’t one that I’m particularly interested in joining. Why? Because they are both valid life choices. I don’t care which one is right for you. But I do want every woman to have the opportunity to pursue the one that she chooses.
And maybe that’s the best lesson of all. Because finding the path that’s right for you doesn’t always mean becoming the CEO of a company, or devoting yourself entirely to your family. It can mean both, or neither. And realizing that the answer may be different for every single woman (every single person) out there… well, I think that’s the right place to start.
As Bear gets more interested in the world around him, Chad and I have been making a big effort to plan fun activities for the weekends! And on Saturday, a perfect possibility for the afternoon just fell into our lap: across the street from our house, the local elementary school was having a carnival! Obviously, we had to pack B into the stroller and check it out.
Except, here’s the thing. We are trying to move him from a two-nap schedule to a one-nap schedule, which means keeping him awake for an extra few hours on the weekends when he would otherwise usually be napping.
Which means that we got Bear packed into the stroller and set out for the carnival, and immediately, like, all of two minutes later, this happened:
Yes. That is our son sleeping through the entire carnival.
He slept through the games and the bake sale and slept through seeing his friends Caroline and Will, slept through little girls in our neighborhood doing a rousing rendition of “Let It Go” on Karaoke (in case you’re thinking that that sounds like the most adorable thing ever, let me tell you: it was.) and slept through an hour of me wandering the streets of our neighborhood, because once your kid falls asleep in the stroller, you commit to strolling for as long as that nap takes.
So, B’s first carnival was sort of a snooze. But fun for mom, at least!
Dear Baby Bear,
This weekend, we celebrated your first birthday.
I know. I can’t believe it either.
How is it possible that you’re a year old already? It feels like moments ago when I was was nine months pregnant and couldn’t wait for you to arrive, so nervous and scared and naive about the year we were about to be thrown into.
And now you’re a year old. You’re not an infant anymore, and you’re hardly a baby. You’re just on the border of toddlerhood, the same person you’ve always been, and different every day. It’s been a year of watching you grow and change in so many ways, with me just trying to just hold on and keep up.
The night of your birthday party, we sat in your rocking chair before bed, like we always do. And for a moment, I thought about those early days, when you were too tiny to even hold your head up and all you wanted was to snuggle and feel safe and warm in my arms. And I hugged you closer, because you’re so much bigger now but you’re still that same baby to me. You always will be.
This year has been so incredibly wonderful And it’s also been so incredibly hard. I’ve spent a lot of time wondering if having a baby was hard or wonderful, like it had to be one or the other. But it’s always been both. Every single day, it’s been both at the exact same time. It was the toughest year I’ve ever had. And it was also the best year of my life.
There were nights holding you in my arms when I wanted to just stop time forever, to pause that moment and spend eternity there. The joy of watching you grow up is impossible to even describe, and even now, after a year, it all felt like it went by too fast. Some days felt like they’d never end, but this year passed in the blink of an eye.
More than anything, though, I’m so grateful that you’re part of our family. Your entry in our lives was like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and the best way I can explain it is this: The love that I have for you is so immense that it’s made me love everything in the world a little bit more. You opened up my heart in a completely new way, and I will forever be grateful for it.
At your party, some of my friends with older kids told me that a baby’s first birthday is for the parents to celebrate making it through the first year. And we did. We made it, and we celebrated.
It was the toughest year.
It was the best year.
Happy birthday, Baby Bear. We love you so much.
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