Today I sit with you from the seat
in front of my computer desk, my little 14 month old sitting at my feet,
sifting through the paper trash and baby gabbing away, the wash is in and
kitchen cleaned after a breakfast of waffles and fruit and the cool September air
is circulating through the apartment nicely. It’s been a long time since I’ve
been this content and it feels so invigorating! I also might add that some of
the excitement is coming from the season that’s upon us…autumn has always been
my favorite. From the warm scents, to the whirring of the school buses on route
so early in the morning and the endless weekend activities that seem even more
exciting now that I have a family of my own to share them with.
This feeling
of content isn’t only brought on by my love for the season in weather but the
season in my life that’s just begun. There was a time not many weeks ago where
I felt stuck. My daughter, always my main priority and worry, wasn’t seeing
enough of her Mommy because of my work and the endless routine that I practiced
week after week that started to run me down. The constant need to find a
baby-sitter and the unsatisfying feeling of leaving my growing daughter in fear
I would miss something. All of these things followed by the laundry list of
chores that never seem to go away. It was a rut I found myself in after simply
trying to go back to work to help our little family make it in its young,
fragile state. I remember waking up on one of my days off and just praying to
God to help me find a solution where I could still work but end up where
I belonged. The thought of returning to my old job (which I mentioned in my
last blog-post) came to mind and I cautiously proceeded with the idea.
I’ve
been back to work at the Red Onion for 3 weeks now and that cautious idea I
decided to move forward with has prevailed in ways I could have never
orchestrated myself. I’m able to be home every morning with my daughter,
playing with her, watching her grow and most importantly keeping the home fires
burning. I work 3 evenings a week with the help of my closest family and of
course, wonderful husband, to care for Hallie.
Not only
has this change in job been good for the dynamic of our family but most
importantly it’s given me 3 times a week I get to remember who I was before I
was dubbed wife & mom. I didn’t realize the importance of that identity
until I hadn’t seen it in a while. I must say, God really had my back and knew
exactly what I needed…And how awesome of him to do it during the dawn of my
favorite season. ;)
xoxo
Mallory
Apparently all that 'paper sifting' tuckered her out! 
