It occurred to me today that I only have around 7 months left until I have to split my identity once more: I have to become mum and teacher. I have to split myself. This saddens me greatly.
I really don’t want to go back to work. I love being with my gorgeous girl and know that as she becomes more and more developed, I’ll be nearing my comfort zone of books, baking, crafts and chatter. I want to be there for all of it, to soak it all up. I don’t want to share my comfort zone of creativity and stories with anyone else.
But I know I must, for many reasons. I need to work because God made me that way. I need to work because I am more than a mum. I need to work because I have talents and passions that lie outside of bringing up my daughter. I need to work because it makes financial sense. I need to work, just because I need to get NI contributions so I can one day draw a pension.
So… I need to work. That means I need to play harder.
Mums, dads, friends… I have 7 and a half months. I plan to fill it with as much enjoyment as I can. Give me ideas. What should I do? Where should I go with my little one? How would you spend this time, given it again?
A New Mission 