This week was a heavy one for all of us. My partner had her first work trip to Baltimore, marking another milestone in this journey of balancing career and parenthood. It just so happened to land on the little guy’s 49-week birthday—one step closer to the big one-year mark. She says she didn’t miss him much while she was there, and knowing her, I get it—she was busy, her mind occupied with work. But still, I don’t fully believe it. Even when you’re caught up in the moment, the weight of absence lingers in the background. It’s always there.
Thursday night, I was excited to pick her up at 11 PM, snow falling around me, eager to have her home again. More than anything, I wanted to talk—about her trip, about our son, about everything. In hindsight, I probably should have let her settle in first before diving headfirst into my analytical breakdown of it all. I process things by picking them apart, understanding every angle. She, on the other hand, is the doer, the one who pushes forward. My need for details might have felt overwhelming when all she really needed was rest. Looking back, I see that now.
In the midst of it all, I managed to ship out invitations for the big first birthday party. It’s surreal—our baby is almost one. This year has been an experience unlike any other, filled with travels, challenges, and memories that will last a lifetime. I can’t wait to look back on it all and appreciate just how far we’ve come.
On the work front, I hit a major milestone. A project I’ve spent over five weeks on finally came together, and it felt good. Even better, the team had a fantastic month, and I got to play a small part in that success. It’s those moments of progress that keep me motivated.
But as the week came to a close, the weight of everything finally came crashing down. The stress had been building, and for my partner, it all boiled over. I wasn’t in check with my emotions either. It’s painful when frustration spills onto the people you love most, when the weight of the moment causes you to say or do things you don’t mean. And the hardest part? Even if the little one wasn’t in the room, emotions linger. They seep into the air, felt in ways we may not even realize.
I regret letting my emotions take over. The dark cloud needs to pass, and I need to be better. I will be better. Here’s to growth, to learning, and to showing up for the people who matter most.
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