Each day after work I pick my little man up from Grandma's house and drive home to await the arrival of my girls. He tells me about his day and the fun things that he did as we slowly inch our way home behind another one of the elementary school buses. It's a peaceful part of my day. It's a time when I actually live in the moment as I listen to Doop's entertaining take on the day, and each day as I listen to him I get to observe. As I stop the car every hundred feet or so behind the school bus, I get to sit back and watch. On one particular corner on the way home I watch as a mother approaches the bus every single day at the same exact time to help her disabled son get off of the bus. Every day she greets the bus driver with a smile and every day she visits with him as her son slowly clambers down from the bus. Each day she places his walker in front of him and she waves goodbye to the bus driver as she follows her son up the slope of their driveway. On two occasions I have watched her son hurriedly pack snowballs together as his mother finishes up her chat with the bus driver, and when she turned to follow her son into the house he softly pelted her with the snow. Both times he laughed at his own actions and she shook her head, and both times I smiled.
Just a bit farther ahead on the same road I watch another mother. She walks to the bus stop each day arriving at about the same time the bus does, and she waits for her son to get off. At this particular bus stop there is what seems like 25 children that exit the bus, and each day she stands with a smile on her face while she waits for the crowd of kids to scatter finally exposing her son. Just like clock work when he finally shakes free from the mob, he runs to meet her where she is waiting to give him a hug and a kiss and they walk home together with his hand in hers. Every time I witness this it makes my heart smile. I envy these ladies. I envy the mom's that they are. Being a mom is all I've ever wanted since the time I was told it was highly likely that being a mom wouldn't happen for me, and now it's my turn. Over the course of this past month I have put my 2012 One Word into action. I have officially made my first Change of the year. I have accepted a new job. I made a choice to change my job to one that will allow me to have more mom time. I'm going to be one of those moms. One of those moms that I see getting their kids off of the bus. One of those moms who cooks dinner, and one of those moms who makes a home for their family. I'm also going to be a daughter to parents who could really use some help right now. I'm going to spend less time at a job, and spend more time in the places where I need to be right now in my life. Change is good, choice is powerful, and I haven't made a decision that felt this right in a really long time. This is the first change of many to come this year. I have many more plans for myself and changes I want to make, but this one is big and this one affects all of us. It's a change that we're all excited about, and it's one that has us so happy we're twirling!