Damn – some kind of mojo I’ve got going this week. I had breakfast this morning with someone to talk about private schools and he tried to recruit me to work for his company. Monday I met with a headhunter and she tried to recruit me both for the job and then to join her search firm. Not sure what’s going on here, and it’s ironic because I’m exhausted and feel and look like crap. It’s going to take a really fabulous offer to get me away from BCG though – working in my Juicys on the third floor of my house is pretty great.
Not a lot else to say today. Here’s an oldie but goodie of Gracie, the picture that spawned GBP, Gracie Big Pants. It makes me so nostalgic! Read an interesting piece by Lauren Slater yesterday; I do like her a lot, though sometimes she’s overly cynical. I can relate to the whole mother-as-part-of-rather-than-whole-identity schtick, though. As much as I still feel like I am ME first, and a mother second, you just can’t escape the emotions of it (nor anticipate them beforehand). I’ll close with this from her article: “…two mothers, knowing without words how hard and fierce and fabulous mothering can be, understanding the inherent losses of it …” ahhhhh … the leaves turn, the children grow up, and we soldier on. I think my midlife crisis at 32 is in full bloom.
And finally a plug for my favorite website, tabblo – check out some current family pictures.