GET HERE NOW MOMS!

 Half way through my maternity leave, I acknowledged the fact that I would be going back to work and for the first time the reality hit me so hard it knocked me right out the warm, fuzzy, maternity leave bubble.  Panic, anxiety, tears, crept in every time I had to think about the transition ahead. Being a new mommy was a full time job in itself, how could I possibly juggle both? How would I be able to leave Fin? Would she be okay? Would she forget who I am?  These were tormenting questions that tainted our time together.  I was trying to, “enjoy every minute” just like every stranger, at every store, felt the need to tell me to do, but going back to work was weighing heavy on my mind.  

So, I did the only thing you can do when you are overwhelmed, down, sad, and hurting.  I called in the troops.  Actually more like, I called in the generals, General Grams Paula and General Grandma Jackie.  My moms, my heroes.   I called out for help and within five minutes my mom had rearranged her work schedule and my mother in-law had booked her plane ticket. They came swooping in like Good Witches of the North, magic wands, and all. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TP_wx0qrKu0

I am so grateful I have such wonderful family support in my life.  I tell them time and time again that they are the best moms in the whole world, because I can’t think of anything bigger or better to say.  Perhaps I should start saying that they are the best moms in all the worlds, just in case there are, by chance, some other comparable alien moms up there. Thank you never seems to be enough, but I hope my “Good Witches” know if it wasn’t for their support, cheers, hugs, chats, expertise, counseling, and cooking, I would probably be under the bed in a fetal position clutching Fin, hiding from life, avoiding reality. And according to the “How to Take Care of Baby” books, that is not an acceptable place for a girl to grow up.