Extremely fast forward

I started with the best of intentions, but work and life got in the way. Right after I got this blog going, so did so many other items on my "things to do" list. Here's a sampler at work: be OIC for my Japan-based manager who went on her scheduled two-month sabbatical; supervise a party and concert for 5,000 employees celebrating our company's 10th year anniversary in Cavite; present in a global face-to-face of all company communicators in Oregon; do communications work and travel for a very confidential (at the time) mergers and acquisitions deal between my company and a European company. Other events included one employee resigning, another going on extended medical leave, and yet another on maternity leave; stakeholders knocking for communication support in various ways and means.

In the meantime, my 11 month old celebrated his first birthday (sans a kiddie party because Mama was on her way to the US, may he forgive me when he grows up and reads this), grew an almost complete set of precious, beautiful teeth, grew long straight hair (which his Tatay cut it off before he looked way too hippie), and transitioned from infant to toddler category.

It's true what they say about the most precious moment in life being with your family and the ones you love. In the two most intense months that I was so busy attending global meetings and travelling, I missed out huge on Dino's physical growth and our quality time together. While I did good work and got a personal email from our CEO no less, years from now, all that good work would have been gone and forgotten, but my lost time with Dino is something that I can't help but regret.

Super fast forward: as early as now, October, I'm checking out potential venues for Dino's second birthday party in April next year, looking at storytellers to hire, and planning trips to Rue de Div (as my old friend Mitch loves to call Divisoria) for party stuff. I console myself that he will enjoy a party more on his second year since he can run around and interact with other kids. Sigh. I feel like wearing a shirt that says "Guilty-working-mom-working-on-major-comeback-for-child: Beware!"