Yes, I'm going to solve that eternal question in this post, gentle reader. Okay, just a few observations. Jack and I accompanied Jeremy to Northwestern University's campus today. Jeremy and I met there during college and we both graduated from the journalism program. Jeremy sat in a graduate class today, helping the students with their final presentation, as a favor to their professor and our friend. Our friend asked me if I would also like to participate. Jack obliged for a bit, sitting quietly in my lap as the presentation began, but he soon got restless, so out the door we went. Before leaving, I whispered one piece of feedback to Jeremy to pass along the students. Jack and I spent the next 1.5 hours walking around campus, finding every button we could push and admiring the construction work.
Maybe it's because Jack is a toddler, but this was a very tedious exercise for me. Most of me wanted to be back in that darkened classroom, listening to the students. But I was here with my little guy. I have these grand plans of someday staying home with my babies but today truly gave me pause. I love Jack with all of my self, but sometimes - okay most of the time - I feel like I'm a better mom because I work outside of the home. Grass is always greener, eh?
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I live in Chicago, so traversing to Evanston back to my old college stompin' grounds is not a big deal. But I hadn't really brought Jack there and it was pretty weird/poignant to bring him around campus. There's the place your daddy and I almost broke up...there's the building where I had my very first class as a freshman...here's the path I walked nightly home from the yearbook office (yes, I was that cool).
(Editor's note: I'm now using real names...those cutesy nicknames for my husband and son are just not me.)
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