Recently I made a big decision.
The opportunity to climb the career ladder even higher was opened to me. The same opportunity was opened to me last year.
Last year I struggled with my decision. I originally said no and then succumbed to pressure from others to say yes. After a few days of saying yes, I couldn't live with my decision. I knew it was the wrong decision by how my heart felt about it. I was just uneasy in every which way. I officially pulled my name.
This year the opportunity came up again about two months ago. I was professional and thanked them for even considering me. I told them I would discuss this decision with my family. I also said that my same reservations from last year were still the reason I didn't think it was right for me right now.
Fast forward to the present, and I can say that I have no uneasiness about putting my family first. The main thought I have is that I won't look back in 33 years and be grateful for putting my career first while my kid (and future kids) are little tiny things. However, I would look back in 33 years and be grateful that I was available and around my kids as much as possible for a working mom.
The funny thing is that the usual and normal me would not hesitate to take this career jump. It is where I want to be. Something changed after having Callum. I have just a tiny bit more of a grasp on what is truly important in this world. While my job gives me so much satisfaction, I cannot say that I have true joy from it. The true joy in my life comes from my family.
I know that making a sacrifice for family will be a fruitful one. It means I get to take Callum to the train park after school a bit more. It means that I get to enjoy June and July with my baby.
The moral of the story is that cherishing these crucial baby years will be the best decision I could make. I truly believe I'll be better in my career because of it.