I consider myself to be a fairly congenial woman, but no matter how friendly I am, I guess I’ll never really be friends with time. It always seems goes by so fast when I’m at my happiest. The end of my 78-day maternity leave is starting to rear its ugly head, and time has yet again sped things up. Such a killjoy!
There are simply too many happy moments I do not want to let go of.
I’ll miss looking down ( thanks to gravity taking its toll on my breasts, I have to literally look way DOWN!) at my little one as he peacefully suckles at my breast in the wee hours of the morning. Everything around us is so quiet and serene.
I’ll miss the endless playback of lullabies and nursery rhymes in versions I never before thought existed.
I’ll miss being home when my eldest arrives from school. It’s quite comforting when we both don’t need to rush doing her homework. I am able to chat more with her and peek into what goes on in a tween’s slightly melodramatic life.
I’ll miss watching reruns of Friends. In my book, it’s still the funniest show ever.
I’ll miss not having to think about my jungle of a workplace. Noisy kids in my library can really try my patience at work.
But the clock ticks on, and I have to move with it. There will be happier moments ahead- whether I’m on maternity leave or not. It’s not the end.
So I guess I’ll just hang a shining star upon the highest bough, and have myself a merry little maternity leave now.
