I was supposed to leave on a business trip yesterday, but due to airport delays much to tedious to describe here, I am leaving today instead.
Last night, I got to go home. I arrived in time to feed my little boy his dinner – most of his favorites currently replaced with smooth cool blueberry yogurt to sooth swollen gums. I gave him his bath and nursed him, while the independent toddler of daytime melted into the sweet smiley baby I have gotten to know these past ten months. After, I enjoyed a home cooked meal (from our trusty freezer stash) with my husband. The night that would have been spent on a plane, was spent at home, and I savored it.
It made me wonder whether I am finally ready to give up traveling? Is my sense of adventure, my insatiable wanderlust, and my love of new places and people finally not enough to overcome crazy airports and security, and all the sweet moments I miss at home? I have only been on one trip since the baby was born, and maybe I’m still adjusting to life as a mom, so I will explore this feeling further – see whether it holds, or whether I still need the thrill of travel.
What about you? How did motherhood change your loves, likes, and ultimately life?