Magazine article Working Mother

Take the Long Way Home

Magazine article Working Mother

Take the Long Way Home

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I was proudly pedaling away in spin class (not proud because I was kicking it in class but because I'd actually managed to pry myself out of bed on a Sunday morning) when the instructor put on an old Supertramp song, 'Take the Long Way Home." I flashed back to a time in my life when I would meander without the worry of caring for anyone but me. Since my world now revolves around shortcutswhether it's getting dinner on the table in 15 minutes, speed-dressing myself and my son in the morning, wolfing down a salad at my desk or racing to get to summer-camp pickup on time - the idea of taking the long and winding road home felt downright indulgent. So after my workout, I rewarded myself by not rushing. Knowing my son was on a playdate and my husband was mowing the lawn, 1 strolled the aisles of the grocery store. I popped by a friend's house to look at new shoes she'd just bought on sale. I rolled down the car windows, cranked a favorite tune and enjoyed the breeze and the decadence of life in slow motion.

It was a stark contrast to how quickly things move these days - most of all, my son, Jack. He starts kindergarten this month. He can write his name, even the difficult letter K. …

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