I am one of the lucky few who can say that she has the best of both worlds.
Yes, I have a regular tech job, and things do get hairy at times, but I'm a part-timer who works from home when needed, which allows me the flexibility to be at important events for the girls. I honestly would not have survived otherwise.
So, yes, I have a most idyllic arrangement, a good balance between "me" stuff and "family" stuff. But let me share with you what makes work really special for me.
She's gone. I waved goodbye from behind a glass window after she cleared security, pulled her hiking boots back over her "Nightmare before Christmas" socks, and hoisted her carry-on
bag onto her shoulder. Then she strolled off to Gate 25 and her future. It was 6:15am. My tissues were too soggy to be useful, but the diner where we'd shared breakfast had napkins to spare. I got home in a fog, fed the cats, put in earplugs against the garbage trucks prowling the neighborhood, and went back to sleep.
Yesterday, she withdrew into herself. She's an introvert, and gains strength from her alone time, so I wasn't alarmed. She spent alone time in all her favorite places--our roof, our climbing tree, my room. It seemed that she was steeping herself in these special places one last time.
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