Every month I have a sacred day…Ok it’s not exactly sacred in a deeply spiritual sort of way but it’s my day when I have intelligent conversation with like minded women about our businesses. We network, share ideas and tomorrow I was presenting my business to the group for the first time. A whole 5 minutes of uninterrupted opportunity to speak – try getting that at home!
But no, just as I was putting the final touches to my highly original presentation that was going to require sand and water and resemble something like a Blue Peter project if I’m honest (and was probably going to get me thrown out) one of my children suddenly had a massive headache and started to throw up. Excellent! I can almost hear the film of my day tomorrow being yanked out of the projector, the music stops before we even reach the end of the intro, and my tomorrow is already being rescheduled.
Now, the adult in me knows that this is why I work from home and have a flexible job. I’ve planned to be able to rearrange things around my children. Fine. But the child in me wants to scream ‘It’s not fair. Tomorrow is my day and I was looking forward to it!’ ‘Why me; why now?!’ I need to stamp and throw my toys out of the pram. I need my sacrifice to be noticed.
But the coach in me is calmly saying ‘Don’t react…. Respond’.
So I sat, and I thought, and I sat some more ( I’m only human after all) and then I thought again. In a few years time my children will have left home and I’ll wonder where those days went. The ones where they needed me to be there for them, the ones where we sat and talked, the ones where we laughed and cried. Those moments can’t be replaced.
I put away my papers, my sand and the water ( it really was going to be a presentation with a difference ) and I put them in a box marked ‘June’.
It’s not so long to wait and, for now, I have memories to make……