Yesterday at 3:45 in the afternoon, I left work to go get my children. I have a sacred rule that guides my agendas, meetings, classes, shopping, cleaning and as many other things as possible: Go get my two little chicks from school.
So I took my car-office-warehouse-taxi-daycare-vehicle from the supermarket, I sat myself in front of the wheel, I felt the crunch beneath my feet (why does the rug in the car always crunch?) and I considered the possibility of staying seated for five more minutes: aaaaah. I put the key in, started the car, left from the lot and pulled the seat belt on to find myself in the wonderful traffic jam that allows me to deal with late afternoon calls from work without the background noise of kids screaming. It seems crazy, but I need these scraps of time to be able to take care of all of my daily obligations.
To my astonishment, there was not even one call, which allowed me to do something quite unusual: Reflect. Reflect on the life of all parents like myself.
At that very moment, the calls that I had been waiting for began to sound, one after another. I couldn’t answer with the kids talking up a storm, and if we didn’t get going, we would be late to class.
During her scarce free time, she writes these short articles to share them with other parents, grandparents or childcare responsibles in similar situations, to debate them and to help each other with their mutual experiences and diverse viewpoints.