Easily, the most nervous 10 minutes of my day are those that I spend at the bus stop waiting for D’s school bus to drop him home. A few minutes here and there from the scheduled time and my heart is in my mouth. Legion thoughts run through my mind as I keep peering at the watch. “Why is the bus late? Are the kids safe?” The nervousness soon turns to ecstasy when I spot the yellow bus trundling down the road. The thought of seeing D -- weary from a long day at school, half asleep – jumping out of the bus, makes me feel heady.
It’s been five long years since I decided to quit my regular office job and take up freelance work from home. D was 2 then, a toddler who loved clinging to me and insisting on taking his afternoon siesta in my lap while I sat and worked at the table. He is now 7, far more independent, with a personality of his own and a vehement voice that loves expressing itself rather emphatically. He doesn’t fit into my lap anymore (though I secretly miss those days when he was that tiny) and there is no time now for a post-lunch nap. Yes, D has grown up and things have changed.
I’d be lying if I say I haven’t considered getting back to a regular job. Working from home is definitely not as rosy as it sounds and taking on steadfast deadlines while you are in your PJs is certainly not one of the most professional experiences. Yet, I am winging it. Why? Because I yearn to be with my son.
When I am with D, I am my most calm self (of course, his antics are enough to make me bust a capillary, but that’s another story). I feel excessively comfortable when he is around and as long as I can, I would never want to change a thing about that. I sometimes wonder if it would make a difference to D if I were not around to receive him when he comes back from school. I don’t know the answer to that. But what I know is that it will certainly make a difference to me. It’s almost as if being with him is more my need than his.
When he comes back and narrates the day’s happenings in school, I feel reassured. When I fix his lunch and watch him devour with great flourish, it makes me happy. When we sit at the window and enjoy the rains, giggling together, I feel thankful. When I drop him off at the playground in the evening and watch him wave at me as he rushes to his cronies, I feel content.
For now, D is my security blanket and I am in no hurry to get out of its comfort.