So I did this once already for Baby Bun.
…and here I am, doing it again.. but this time I feel like an ingrate.
People would kill to make the money I do, and to be given the opportunity to do so, but here I am, saying no to this money in today’s economy, knowing all that I do about what people earn on average.
I AM SUCH AN INGRATE.
Still.
Another part of me says: But if Baby Bun will be your only Bun for the rest of your life, you will never, ever get back these precious, baby to toddler to little boy moments again.
Already, I am nostalgic for when he was a newborn. I cannot believe how big he is, how long his legs are and how much he has grown.
These banal, sweet, interesting and trying times of him transitioning into being his own person, changing from when he was just the tiniest, squealiest (sp?) little bun in your arms.
Baby Bun will not be like this forever. He will not want to be with Mommy 24/7, cuddling, kissing, squealing, clinging and just being My Bun.
SO WHAT’S THE REAL PLAN?
Now, I am not taking the next 4 years off (that would be insane), but I am taking the Spring and Summer off.
(Oh did I mention my partner is also taking time off?)
We’re thinking of spending a few months in France as part of the break, to really visit with family but there’s a bit of a snafu with a family event smack in the middle of the summer that I cannot miss.
I will go back to work at the end of the year, if there is still work to go around (most likely).
For now though, I need a break from my previous, toxic work environment and gratefully, I have the means to be able to take a mini sabbatical (of sorts) and to say no to what is essentially another quarter of a million.
Money is easy enough for me to earn.
Time and especially time with your young, growing little one is a lot harder to get.
Once that time is gone, it is gone.
