Ten years back, when I got married, I asked myself, “Will Life ever be the same again?”. And then four years back when Baby E came into our world, I was faced with the same question.
Of course, Nothing ever remains the same. A famous quote in the corporate world is Change is constant and I am no exception to this fact, but I surprised myself and everyone else when I decided to quit my job to be with my Baby Boy. Yes, that’s what chubby cheeks and tiny feet can do to your otherwise practical mind/heart.
Did I mention that Change is constant? Well, for Ten years, working with an International Insurance Giant was the highlight of my resume. However now, my job description Changed to A Mother (a role I proudly adorn). My friends, relatives, ex-colleagues; they all often asked me – “Don’t you miss going to work?”
Duh! Of course I missed all the action of my corporate life. I missed getting dressed for work, my always well groomed hair, painted lips, the clicking of heels, the intensity of work, the decision makings, friends and work colleagues. Many a times I longed for it, but the peace of mind I owned by being with my little boy… It was a precious Gift.
And believe me when I say that taking care of a baby is no mean feat. With E’s every development, I got promoted to The Household CEO, Toddler Tantrum Wrestling Champ and Familial Law Enforcer with Masters & PhD in Patience.
So going by the theory of “Change is Constant”, early this year, I decided to get back to work and fortunately my previous organization was happy to re-appoint me. On receiving the offer letter, I was jubilant. I shared the news gaily with my folks and enthusiastically began making my shopping list – New outfits, shiny shoes, work handbag, latest haircut and all the works. By evening however, the good news wore off and the sinking feeling of being away from E for 9-10 hours on weekdays started setting in. It took no time for a new To-Do-List to replace my fancy shopping list. And so, the whole of Feb, I spent time with E making him understand why I will be going to office, how he will be spending his after school hours at his grandma’s home and how things will change for him. I spent hours helping my boy become independent by eating on his own, drink milk without a straw, unbutton his shirt, remove and wear his own clothes, helping him memorize my mobile number and a number of other things which I would otherwise do for him. I think I did a pretty good job, for by mid of February he was Ok with the idea of me going to office. To be honest, he looked practically excited about the fact that I won’t be around all the time (yes that hurts!)
It’s D-Day today (drama much?) Showering me with a kiss, a tight hug and a “Have a nice day” prompted by his dad E has left for school. I almost didn’t let go off him, holding onto my Homemaker /Mom life for every second that I could.
Sipping on my coffee, I am gearing up to resume the corporate world. No, the shiny shoes and handbag never arrived. The haircut was completely forgotten and even as I type this, my nail varnish is waiting to dry. Will Life ever be same? I ask myself again today knowing well the answer to it.