There is something so refreshing about March. The long dark days of February start to space out, and a little bit more sunshine, warmth, and renewal fills the gaps.
After spending much of the winter at home with my new squishy baby, being a hermit felt good. But now I’m ready for a new normal. I’m ready for walks around the neighborhood, sitting on the patio, and finally seeing friends I probably haven’t seen since this time last year. I’m just starting (after 3 1/2 months of motherhood) to feel like a balanced human again.
February was also the month that I had to leave that new squishy baby and go back to work. I’m sure every mom feels a little different, but for me, this was a soul crushing reality that hit me so much harder than I could have imagined. After a month now of being back to work, I am starting to feel like I can be a teacher and a mom. Not every day feels this way, though and there are still plenty of days I drop off the little squish with his grandma and spend my drive to work in tears, but I’m realizing that is okay. I’m not sure if it’s the time, the new month, the change in weather, or the coffee talking, but right here and now on March 1st it feels okay. I feel okay navigating this new life, the new balance, the new normal.
I am grateful for this change that I feel coming. But I realize, above all, I wouldn’t feel this lightness about the new month, without the dreary February days that came before. Though I am ready for it to be gone, in the end, I am grateful for February.