Six months maternity leave, they went like six days ... Next week I will officially return to work. Many letters, letters, meetings, trainings and other responsibilities await me, this is safe, but not only ...
I go back to work, but I will work from home. The aggravated situation of this pandemic suddenly changed the course of life and our plans became distant and impossible.
Daisy would go to kindergarten this April, while the little one would stay home with his mother. I tried to explain to the first one, who is only three years old, that Mom had to work, but she would use the computer in the study room in silence. She was so happy and with her childish naivety she promised to help me.
It made me laugh and cry at the same time ... I imagined myself so clearly with one eye on the computer, a wooden spoon in my hand to stir the dish, a pen on my hair instead of a cap and four eyes that follow me all the time, they say. : What about mom? What's the next game?
While the right words are popping into your mind to give a quick response to that email that arrived five minutes ago, the only golden word that is uttered is "Don't"!
Don't touch the mouse, please don't press the keyboard buttons, don't answer your mom's phone, don't sing my mom because I'm in a meeting! Please don't come out after me when I'm on Zoom video call dressed as a princess and many more like these ... And while my imagination brings to mind continuous scenarios of Daisy's favorite game when I work with mom from home and follow me with run to grab my calculator that I have as a phone, my eyes go to the little baby, but how do I explain to him?
Preferably he shouldn't cry while I'm on the phone or at a meeting ...
Just donâ??t cry, thatâ??s what I want!
How can I direct that symphony with high notes when both are crying at the same time?
Blessed be the noise of the vacuum cleaner that magically soothes the nazes before bed.
The protective nature of the mother best anticipates the dangers of any situation before she faces the symptoms. In order to find the best solutions, I list a few arguments that I will succeed. If I work a few more hours in the evening when they sleep, make the most of the weekend or the time Dad returns home ... after all, this is just a temporary situation, albeit unpredictable. We are all witnessing a radical change that is dictating a new way of life.
And if we succeed, perhaps this is the least costly future of global employment!
We, the wives and mothers of the future, revolutionary, with the desire to do it all complain so much that we work long hours without seeing our children ... Many of us have probably denied ourselves a career or employment opportunity. to be near your little ones. How many dreams of study may have been shattered when suddenly a blessing comes to life to change it forever.
We live and work for them!
And right now, for all we can do, this is our moment to shine and work with them.
