kept me closer to my children, although I know it was a poor substitute for actually being there. For many years, the guilt of not being a full-time mother to my kids in their early years gnawed at me. In some ways, I think of these days with great sadness. I often wondered why I kept going. The job was intellectually stimulating, and I truly loved what I was doing. I was sure I’d be miserable if I quit, and I wasn’t willing to step out totally. On a more practical note, we were still paying off some debt from the house renovation, and our expenses were high with two private school tuitions.
