Is it even possible? To take time out as a mom? And I’m not a mom to just any infant – I’m a mom to a breastfed little girl with whom we often co-sleep. She misses her mama after about 2 hours of being away.
But I made it work.
We made it work.
I really owe it to my lovely husband. He would come up the slopes with our baby for lunch – so she had a cuddle and a feed. And he took care of her wonderfully.
And I could ski. When I ski something magical happens.
I stop being a mama.
I stop being a wife.
I’m no longer Polish.
Or a blogger.
Or a business woman.
Instead – I am free.
Like a bird.
It’s just the slope, the wind, the sun and me – dancing with the mountain.
In this very moment.
Then I get back to the hotel room and love the loves of my life even more than before, if that’s even possible.
What is your passion? Your getaway? What do YOU do that consumes you altogether and makes you return a wholer person?
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