It is not because she needs me anymore. It is because I need her.
I leave the house with a heavy heart every morning. Not because my baby girl is tiny and helpless and needs her mommy to protect her and make her feel good about this world. I drag my heavy heart into the car as I leave the home because I need her, her beaming smiles, her voice and broken words, her soft hands caressing my face. I need to take advantage of this affection while there is. I want to be with her. It is about me. Not solely about her.
Then I come to work and I find myself immersed in the job forgetting about my heart for a while.
Here is the secret to happiness: As long as I can do the same at home, to immerse in my family and forget about all the job-related matters, I think I can strike the balance. Increasing the quality of presence rather than quantity. That, I believe, is the key to a balanced life.
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