Moving My Cheese
After much debate between the mother and the professional in me, I have finally decided to move to a different city in search of a better job (hopefully). I had never understood why everyone seemed too keen on becoming an adult, as it seemed as if adulthood was mundane and boring with a whole host of responsibilities. But recently I have begun to feel differently. I can now actually answer the question "Where do you see yourselves 5 years down the line?" in a very clear manner. I know that life can throw curve balls at me, but at least for now the vision is clear. And the answer is not some crappish MBA gyan that you give your recruiter!
My only apprehension is about my son. I hope he would learn to adapt himself to the changes in life and not get unduly hurt in the process. His primary caregiver (no, not me) is going off to the US and I am not sure how he will handle it.
On other news, after scaring my pants off, my son has finally gained the confidence to take baby steps all by himself. He is also becoming more comfortable around strangers. (this was more important for his dad, I couldn't care less :)). The next target for me is to teach him to hold a glass and drink by himself!
Different mothers have different parenting styles and they all want the best for their kids. Personally, I would consider myself successful if I can teach him to be independent, kind and loving. Yea, and also the ability to express himself tactfully! (which is something I am still learning although I have managed to keep quiet far more than I would have 10 years before). The rest I believe will come naturally, though I am not sure I will feel the same after he starts his school. I have already started getting advice about play schools though my son is hardly a year and a half. I wonder what is the right age for play schools or whether like toilet training there are some signs I can watch out for, to say how ready he is!
My hubby has always been telling me that all that prevented me was a fear to move my cheese and it was his encouragement primarily that helped me take this decision. I am glad he is a gentleman who does not have a problem supporting his wife's ambitions!
And not to forget a kind soul who managed to extend a loving hand from literally down under to pull me up when I was feeling down! Yea, such are the ironies of life that someone staying below you can actually pull you up :P