Up until three months ago, I spent my days (and evenings, and weekends) working in the tax group of a top tier law firm. I worked on billion dollar M&A transactions and federal tax controversies involving Fortune 500 companies. Up until three months ago, the highlights of my weeks came when I drafted a winning brief, found the solution to a seemingly intractable tax problem, or, on one exciting occasion, watched the US House of Representatives pass a piece of tax legislation that I drafted (it died in the Senate, but never mind).
That was three months ago, before I started my maternity leave and my days became one giant, sleepy blur of diaper changes, naps (for Oliver, not me), and breastfeeding sessions. Now the highlights of my days are when I manage to get Oliver to smile or, even better, giggle. And while that may sound like a huge step down on the importance totem pole, I have to say that nothing I have heretofore achieved can hold a candle to the sheer unadulterated joy I feel when I make my sweet baby break down into a fit of giggles!
Now, for those cynics who may be dismissing these as the cliched ramblings of a sleep-deprived first-time mom, just listen to this burst of uncontrollable laughter (punctuated by squeals of delight) captured last night during a round of the cleverly titled game, “I’m Gonna Eat You”: