So the countdown has begun. Shortly I will be heading back to the daily grind of full time office life as my second, and likely last, stint of maternity leave comes to an end. No doubt about it, I’m pumped to be going back to my work family and giving my career a bit of focus for a while. But there will be plenty of things that I will really miss.
As the last few weeks tick by, I’m consciously trying to note and appreciate these things, knowing they will soon be mere memories that I fondly cast my mind back to when I’m sitting in long meetings, waiting impatiently for taxis and cursing printer paper jams.I will miss the nameless people from my day-time world.
The crazy (but harmless) old man that garbles some completely intelligible thing my way every morning as we walk to the cafe, and tips his hat to my eldest son. The upbeat crew at the café. The perky lady that runs story-time at the library, the weirdly tall lollipop man on the corner, the endless parade of other mums and the various dog walkers and their dogs.
I will miss the sun-dappled light. Everything appears less worse when cast in sun-dappled light. Toddler tantrums, screaming babies, dropped ice-creams and misjudged jumps over dog-poo. Many a day I’ve pulled myself back from the brink of unnecessary fury by casting a look to the heavens and being struck by the transformative powers of sun-dappled light. Even an overcast day wins over office fluros.
I will miss Jimmy Giggle.
I will miss the unique daily commentary from my eldest son. Generally focused on my errors – ‘Mummy you went the wrong way,’ ‘Mummy your skirt is on backwards,’ ‘Mummy did you lock us out again?’ – he is really rather perceptive. No doubt I will stuff things up at work too but I’m guessing my colleagues will be less likely to point it out to everyone in the vicinity at full volume.