She exclusively breastfeeds, smooches toes and cheeks like an addict, and spends at least 30% of each day singing "Skinnamarinkadinkadink." She's loving every second.
Meet Mrs. Liberty
She's attends school improvement meetings, enjoys the challenge of teaching Shakespeare and correct comma usage to grumpy hooligans, and is even starting to see teaching art this year as an unexpected opportunity.
Now, these two ladies may look friendly, but they are in a constant, raging cat fight. I try to send them to separate corners, but then Mommy flings one of Sophie's mid-morning smiles at Mrs. Liberty, and Mrs. Liberty fires back with two hard-earned degrees and a savings account. They're ruthless.
I found myself on the floor this morning smiling into a mirror with Sophie and Michael. Immediately my brain started doing the math again. What if I take one year off? My contract allows that. I could sub on the two days my mom comes and bring home, what, $150 a week? Would that be enough?
This is where Mommy really lays into Mrs. Liberty. Mommy sees her time with the babies as priceless. There will never be another time like this with Sophie and Michael, so isn't even one year of getting by with no disposable income, no hair appointments or golf outings or contributions to savings worth it? This family can get by on Mike's salary. It would be very tight around here, but Mrs. Liberty doesn't HAVE to work.
But those two words "getting by" really make Mrs. Liberty cringe. She's put a lot of energy toward building a career and getting finances set up for her family to enjoy a lifestyle that includes spending time on vacations and family outings and buying what is needed when needed without the threat of debt. She can see how she may even be more energetic for her babies in those concentrated hours after work and on weekends, snow days, holiday breaks, and summer vacations with everyone's time divided into richer experiences.
Mrs. Liberty won the round this morning. The final blow was the bi-monthly home cleaning service she whipped directly at dust circling Mommy's feet. Mommy just stared at it longingly, speechless for the moment.