If you’re following me closely, you know I just spent several weeks abroad. I combined my work with a bit of a personal exploration of Eastern Europe that you’ll be reading about in various places, including right here on the blog. It ended up being very intense, as I delved into Jewish history and brought home very valuable lessons that tie in with our recent election and where we are as a country.
I was gone a long time: 18 days. I’d never been away for that long. I left my family to fend for themselves. But please know my kids are older now – 12 and 13. It’s slightly easier. I made sure I had childcare, nonetheless, and I left extensive instructions.
But like I said, it was a long time. Things went well while I was gone, but it was also hard. I’m the backbone of the family. I’m not complaining about it, but it’s the role I’ve set up for myself. I’m needed. I can complain about it as much as I want, but at the end of the day, my family needs me. One particular child, to be honest.
I had booked another work trip for today to go somewhere fabulous. I was looking forward to covering a particular international resort.
But when push comes to shove, and it did, I really couldn’t feasibly go on another trip right now. I was forced to change my plans and go at later date.
And guess what? I feel good about it. I made the right decision. While I’m a champion of mom’s rights in terms of keeping our identities in tact, I also understand my responsibilities and don’t run away from them.
The trip will happen in a few months and I can live knowing I did what I had to do for my child.
That’s a good lesson to learn.