My baby is growing up...

So, I started an internship last month, which means I'm co-facilitating a group on Thursday nights. Simon and I talked about the internship and we both felt it was important for my career and will bring in extra income once I'm a certified group therapist. I have to be at group on Thursdays at 4:00 in the afternoon; this means Simon comes home early on Thursdays to take care of Isla.

Simon's work has been incredibly demanding lately and he called me in the early afternoon today to tell me he couldn't come home on time today for me to run group. I was in such a panic because I needed to figure out with whom I would leave Isla. In the end, my sisters, Kara and Sasha, graciously offered to babysit for me.

Although I had found a solution, I was still in a panic because Simon and I have left Isla of the care of someone else only one time and she was about 6 or 7 weeks old at the time. Isla generally freaks out when I move out of her line of sight (this started around the time she turned 6 months) and I was really nervous that she would throw a fit with my sisters once she realized I wasn't there.

Turns out I didn't need to worry at all. Turns out she did great :) She had a great time with her aunties and her cousins. I can't believe how independent my little one is! This makes me feel a lot better leaving her at daycare.

My daughter, this little person I brought into the world, is growing up so fast. Please father time...slow down!

Thinking a lot about work...

Well, let me just say I'm thinking a lot about my paid work. I'm a social worker and I work in mental health. I've been drawn to social work for as long as I can remember. My passion lies with working with women who have experienced trauma as a result of some kind of abuse; I love bearing witness to the transformation women make. Watching a woman in crisis grow from being a timid wall-flower into a strong, confident power in her own right is incredible...there truly are no words to describe how wonderful it is for me to be part of that process.

As much as I love being a social worker, I've been flirting with other callings as well. For instance, as a way to deal with infertility and get a reprieve from the stress of my work, I began taking baking classes. I was there to do something completely different and was looking to have a little fun in the kitchen. Not only did I have a lot of fun, I found a passion for baking! My friend, Kathy and I, took basic baking lessons from Micheal's and it was great! We couldn't continue because between the both of us getting pregnant, neither of us had the energy to work full-time and take baking lessons at night. Kathy recently had her son...I wonder how she'll feel about returning to baking adventures a year from now...

I feel like I can't change careers right now...there are too many changes happening in my life right now to think about changing careers. And I don't know that I have enough talent to be a professional pastry chef. I do know that I'm a damn good social worker and having my own practice as a therapist has been a dream of mine for a very long time. Perhaps I need to focus on what I know and move towards being my own boss. And perhaps I could the therapist who provides nourishment for the soul and stomach :)