However, my first day back after maternity leave was a different story. I thought I had it all figured out – Rufus was a champ during nursery settling in sessions, I had my arsenal of new notebooks and pens, a perfectly organised desk, and a to-do list that seemed both clear and achievable. Little did I know, those preparations wouldn't matter when faced with the reality of it...
Reader, I wept.
The morning had been a military operation: solo missions to drop off all three kids at nursery and school, rushing back to my desk for a 9 AM call. I confidently detailed Rufus's nap schedule and milk preferences, but when it came to saying goodbye, the enormity of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks, and I let out the most colossal sob. The caring staff assured me he'd be fine, and I could call anytime – I knew that, but I hadn't given myself the time to process what Rufus going to nursery truly meant.
Returning to work was a happy prospect, but it also meant my babies were growing up. Clara, who's six, comforted me on our walk to school whilst we discussed the meaning of "bittersweet" to help her understand my tears. She proudly announced to her teacher, "My mummy runs her own business, and today is her first day back at work." My heart.
Back home, I called my husband, only to find out that Clara had been championing my business endeavours for weeks. There's nothing quite like the boost of knowing your child is cheering you on.
My workday was a success. I ticked off tasks from my to-do list, recalling the incredible productivity of working mums I've admired in my career. And you know what? I absolutely loved it. Exciting projects are lined up in my pipeline, and I can't wait to share them with you. Here's to embracing the new chapter! 🌟
