As I sit down to write this, I can hardly believe that in less than 16 hours, my maternity leave will end and I will be back to work for the first time since September 9, 2008.
In some ways, it seems like September 14, 2008 - the day we first met Simon in Ethiopia - was a hundred years ago. And yet, the past four months that I have been on leave from my job also feel like they have absolutely flown by. I don't know how to explain it.
It was only about five months ago that I sat in my office in shock from the emotional-roller-coaster-madness that surrounded a mid-July referral we waited far longer than expected for... our agency's magical ability to get us a court date on August 5, a few days before the courts closed for the rainy season... news that the courts were actually closing on August 6, earlier than expected... an unsuccessful first court date... followed by a painfully sleepless night... and, finally, a call we will never forget: our case was approved on August 6, 2008. Simon Alemayehu was officially part of our family. We were going to Ethiopia.
As this crazy beautiful reality settled in, I remember feeling something I had not anticipated: fear. And I don't mean a fear of parenting and all the changes Ryan and I would experience as we transitioned from free-spirited, spontaneous couple to parents of a little boy whose first priority was his well-being (I fully anticipated
that fear!). No, the fear I felt was fear of not working. A feeling that my whole world and everything I knew was being turned upside down. I was actually nervous that I would not be able to handle not going to work every day.
I know it sounds crazy. Like everyone, I have certainly had my share of days at work where I wished I was anywhere but there. Dreams of winning the lottery and traveling the world. Fantasies of leaving my current career behind to pursue something totally different.... And hey, those things could happen. But whatever may come, when it comes down to it, more than not, I really do like working. I feel good about what I have accomplished professionally and I enjoy the challenges my job brings. It is a part of me.
So yeah... on top of all my fears about being a good parent and whether or not I had the ability to do all the things a mother needs to do, I also feared whether or not I had the ability to not do what I'd been doing for so long. Would I lose myself??
Now, as I am on the verge of returning to my job, I know the answer: Yes, I have the ability to put my job and career aside for my family without losing myself. In fact, it is the best thing I could have done. I have gained so, so much, and I am so grateful that I have had this opportunity to spend so much time with my son.
I have absolutely relished the time I have had at home with Simon. I love this child in a way I could never have imagined. I would not have traded this time away from work for anything.
But I also know that for me and for my family, my going back to work is the best decision.
I know this can be a controversial topic. So I hope you will believe me when I say that I am speaking solely for myself here and that I am not trying to imply that my opinion/choice is better than any other. I don't think working mothers are better than stay at home mothers or vice versa. I don't think there is a "better." Everyone makes trade offs. Everyone is different. It is a very personal decision and I only know what makes the most sense for me, for Ryan, for Simon.
Mrs. B wrote a
post about her experiences going back to work recently - how it affected her and how it affected her little boy, and it really resonated with me. I know there are tons of working moms out there, but it seems as if a lot of these issues are not discussed openly very often.
Sometimes I think working mothers are afraid to admit that they actually
want to work and have careers for fear that they will be judged, be viewed as not loving or caring about their children as much as others. I hope that others will not view me this way. But even if they do, I know it is not true. I can only explain my feelings as this: I am a better, happier, more fulfilled me when I am working. And a better, happier, more fulfilled me is a better mother to Simon, a better wife to Ryan.
So yes, back to work I will go.
But did I say I was ready?? Well, that's another story. I am only now getting into a groove here staying at home with Simon! And I haven't exactly missed those days of being glued to a blackberry....
If I thought my world was turned upside down when I started my maternity leave, then thinking about going back to work feels like flipping it all on its side.
For all the excitement and my readiness to reclaim a career I care about and to catch up with colleagues and friends, there are new fears about leaving my little boy with someone else, sadness that I will not have as many hours each day with him, strangeness and anxiety about re-entering a world that has changed so much in just a few months (I work on Wall Street - need I say more?)....
So I have been trying to tell myself that after surviving the unpredictable world of adoption and now parenthood, with all of their crazy ups and downs, I am capable of anything.
I hope so. (But please wish me luck anyway!)