I can hear the crickets chirping around here, 'cause somebody has started kindergarten.
My little guy. My youngest. My baby boy.
I remember when I first had the ultrasound telling me I was having a boy. I'll admit to being a little disappointed. I already had a little girl, mind you, but secretly I'd hoped for another one. This is because:
A. That's what I knew about: girls.
and
B. I love having a sister myself. (And I've got a goodie!)
But mainly because I had no idea how much I would love having a little guy around, with all of his sweet little quirks, a pint-size face peeking out at me underneath a giant baseball cap, constantly asking me to play baseball/hockey/football/soccer or read about baseball/hockey/football/soccer. Giving me the stats on this player or that. Having a rough and tumble personality that is, at the same time, (somehow) kind and precious.And I had no idea how much my heart would ache when he went off to school, abandoning me to do all of the wonderful things that I've been aspiring to do with my career once I had more time. Leaving me with larger chunks of time and energy to focus on what I need and want to do: to write, to design career education programs, to expand my networks, to work with clients, develop a social media plan and to devour my thick, juicy non-fiction books on careers, creativity, human behavior and the like.
(What can I say? I'm a career geek.)
Yes, I do have more time to do what I love, and for that I'm so very grateful.
I just have to get used to these blasted crickets.
