This is going to sound odd to some of you. Giving birth is one of the most fulfilling things a woman can ever physically feel, in my opinion. Finding the perfect job is also one of the most fulfilling things a woman can feel after she leaves the dishes, and brooms behind. At least, that was my way of thinking before I quit my job almost two months ago. I haven’t been blogging much this past week because I’ve been soaking up my children like the ground soaks in the sun after a snowy day.
I had forgotten what it felt like to have my 12 year old snuggle up beside me next to her recommended movie, while we shared a blanket. Seeing my children off to school this morning for the start of the new school year didn’t fill me with happiness for them to be out of the house, but it filled me with happiness over the stories, I would soon hear. Helping to straighten my daughter’s hair and spending time with them this past week has truly made me fall in love with being a mother all over. I feel like I missed so much when I was working, and I tried to justify it by telling myself it was for them. However, we have moments that shed light on what’s dear. I think my defining moment was having to give an okay to take a child off life support so her organs could be donated.
I would love to say the final straw was my last case and how I felt like my boss and our PD didn’t take the abuse allegations against a set of children serious enough to remove them, but it really wasn’t. It was just the icing on the cake. I started to see my children in a new light after I had to see that passing angel. Sometimes it takes a catastrophic situation to help us see our truth. I am so thankful for being a mom and I am so grateful to have this opportunity to share my truth with you. Cherish your children and your time together.