One Secret to a Working Mom Success: Celebrate the Seasons With Traditions

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Greetings from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania ! Things have been busy. I am still a working mom of three, working full time who is trying to make a difference. I do a lot of things and try to be present so that I can learn from them. I share them on this blog so that we can learn together. Below are some thoughts, hacks, and/or lessons that I have learned from navigating my world. "Family traditions counter alienation and confusion. They help us define who we are; they provide something steady, reliable and safe in a confusing world."— Susan Lieberman   Traditions have a way of defining a family, provide stability and give hope. They are especially important for woking moms who spend so much time working to provide for their family that they may miss some of the "traditional" mom things like bake sales, volunteering at the book fair, and a host of actual and seemingly made up holidays.  They are also important for families trying to reinvent themselves in the wake of d...
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There is something about a fireman...

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It was another sunny day in Pittsburgh and I saw the most splendid image, a fireman riding on his truck. His uniform was half on and half off. He was wearing a t-shirt that showed off his muscles and fire resistant pants. He was on his way to douse a fire, but he ignited one in me…

When I saw him I was standing on the corner waiting to cross street. I have never been so happy to see a “do not walk” sign in my life!

As I waited to cross the street, I heard the siren, I saw the lights flashing, and felt the sidewalk trembling. And then for the first time in a long time, I looked inside the truck. That’s when I saw him.

Inside the truck were at least four men, but the driver captured my attention. He was tall, dark, and had the strongest looking arms I had seen in real life. He was on a mission to protect and to save. He was wearing sunglasses and possessed absolute focus on the road. His face had such absolute determination that I believed that he could not be stopped.

Although I knew that he had a more important purpose, I couldn’t help but wish that he was coming to rescue me from that lonely corner to whisk me off to some private romantic place. At some point my actual vision turned from real to fantasy—full of all kinds of thoughts!

My fantasy was short lived though. I knew that he was gone when the sidewalk stopped trembling.

Then, the light changed and I was thrust back into the real world. Hopefully, he was able to put out that fire. However, I think that his image will continue to fuel mine for quite a while. Don't worry, I will keep it contained... :-)
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