Before, my husband and I, usually argue on his decision of me staying in the house and be a hands-on mother to our cute little Baby Keisha. In the first few months, it was fine but, eventually, I started getting bored. I missed and I wanted to go back to my old life – work in an office or in a bank where I can fully utilize and apply the learnings I gained from my college years. I also missed dressing up – wearing my best corporate attire and having make-up. In short, I was partly a selfish mother who wanted to be an accomplished career woman. At the back of my mind, there are a lot of working moms who were able to raise their children pretty well too even without their daily supervision.
Just to satisfy my urge of working and earning again, my husband made a way for me to have a job at home. He asked his dad if I could help them in their family business. And, voila! I was hired.
It’s only now that I realize how fortunate I am for having the chance to work and earn at home while monitoring and playing with my Keisha. And I will never trade my current status for a high-paying 8-hour job in the corporate world that I have always wanted to penetrate like before. Though, I super miss my stilettos, I am still choosing to work here and be available to Keisha and my husband 24/7. This time around, this is my OWN decision.
When I was in training for several days and in the two consecutive days, that I was away from them, I knew and realized that Keisha is my life. Even though I was so busy learning new things, I can’t help but to think of my baby – has she had her milk, has she taken a bath and all the simple things that I do for her. The time that we spent together in exploring and doing things is really priceless.
Now, I understand why my husband always tells me that I am lucky to be part of Keisha’s life every second of the day. Keisha is a very smart baby, fast-learner, intelligent, soon she’ll be multi-talented, with proper guidance, she will surely be one of the best – one of the best of our clan and one of the best of her generation. (My fingers crossed)
My self-realization: When you become a mother you lose a part of yourself but you become whole again because of your children-their love and their whole-being.