May 22nd, 2009

17 months and a new job

My boy turned 17 months old yesterday. He is talking up a storm, mimicking almost every two syllable word we say, and every so often throwing out a word relevant to our conversation to show that he is really listening. He's still not walking. Somedays I worry about that, most days I don't. He will do things in his own time and in his own way.

I started work last Monday. It was an easier transition than I expected. While I do miss my boy a lot, it is not the devastating kind of sadness that I was expecting. Perhaps because my day passes quickly with lots of interesting work and good people doing important things. I know this world and I fit into it well, even though the actual workplace is a new environment. For the past 16 1/2 months, I was exclusively a mother, and now I am a lawyer again. I like it. It feels like I have rediscovered a part of myself that has been asleep.

And the best part is that I'm actually still spending time with my boy everyday. I usually leave for work while he still sleeps (though occasionally he wakes up to join me to breakfast) and I am home well before supper. Most days I have been able to join him at the park or a playdate and enjoy some fun time playing together. He gives me a beautiful smile and a hug when he sees me, and then it is back to the important business of whatever he is doing.

I'm told that some days he asks for me, though never with sadness, just saying "Mommy, Mommy." I'm glad that my attached little boy is adjusting so well to the change. I'm glad that I am too.

And now I want to get home to see my boy. Have a good weekend.