Out of all this world, you have been chosen for me. Out of all the hustle, the daily tasks, the long nights, full days, teething toddlers, burned meals, impatient words and life's concerns, I still choose you.
My daughter's failure to acquiesce to so-called expert advice heralded the
beginning of a new way of living, for both of us. One that strives to work with her
needs, rather than struggle against them.
Your hands, worn in infant size by her. Your toes. The color of her
hair—identical to yours as a child. The shape of her chin and the curve of her upper lip.
Your placid expression was mirrored by hers as she gazed out at the world in those first
months.
Working parents are stronger when their working environments allow them to be whole
people. Sometimes, that means a baby is coming to a meeting. Even if it's at the UN.
