Sometimes We Get To Go Swimming

As we came to the end of the decade, I found myself reflecting on the last 10  years. They’ve dragged on quickly. I remember when my oldest son was 8 months old. It was around that time we had figured each other out and he was on a consistent, predictable nap-play-eat schedule. It was a really good time in my life. That was when I decided that I might like to make permanent my leave from full-time teaching, give up tenure, and be a stay-at-home mom, especially if my husband and I were going to consider having more children. I