Today is a day I need to mark with celebration, or at least a little quiet introspection. It feels like a milestone of sorts.
Today I start maternity leave.
I’m home alone.
I’ve been working full-time more or less, for the past ten years. On the odd occasion when I’ve been out of the office on a week day, I’ve wandered around public places like an anthropologist on a far-away mission. The daytime people (grandparents, mothers with strollers, students set free from classrooms) seem like a whole other tribe. And now, for the next twelve months, I’m joining them.
It seems odd to have so little structure to my day. Luxurious, but a little wasteful, too. I have a lot to do, but most of it is solitary, which is the biggest oddity of all.
I’m not going to be alone for long. The baby shrugs and turns as I write that, reminding me that our journey together has already begun.
Any suggestions on how I should mark these changing days?