I’ve made no secret about how hard being a working mom can be. It is hard, the not fitting in with stay-at-home moms, not feeling completely comfortable with working-outside-the-home-moms, but there is one thing that helps.
A great sitter/nanny.
We have a wonderful person who I know loves our girls and is supremely capable. That said, I still get a tiny bit sick of the phone rings or I get an email from her.
“Ohomygod, what’s wrong? Are they ok? Did someone get hurt? ShouldIcomehomerightnow?”
Seriously, full blown panic.
She called today.
“Amanda, it’s Erin for you.”
“Hello?” I asked with serious trepidation.
“Amanda? I just had to call, I just went upstairs to check on the girls…”
“I didn’t see Ave.”
“And then I found her in the crib.”
“She was asleep with her arm around Fin.”
Mind-blowing awareness of my blessings and satisfaction in knowing that having a 3rd daughter was the right thing to do.
Erin, thank you for loving our girls.