American cartoonist Cathy Guisewite once said, “Food, love, career, and mothers, the four major guilt groups.“
Amen to that. A month ago I went on my first mommy-only trip to Calgary for a professional development workshop with the Travel Media Association of Canada Alberta/Northwest Territories chapter. It was on a Friday afternoon and part of the day Saturday. I left on Friday at 8:00 a.m. and returned to Edmonton on Saturday by 6:30 p.m.
After the first afternoon of the workshop, I stole away and went to Calgary’s brand spanking new Nordstrom before we all convened for dinner. I power shopped for an hour and a half and encountered likely the comfiest, most stylish change room wait area I’ve ever been in and the best customer service. This will entail it’s own blog post…very near future folks. BUT I digress.
The entire two weeks before I signed up for the travel writing/marketing workshop, I agonized about going to Calgary to stay at a swish hotel (big ups Hotel Arts) and cram my brain full of travel journalism know-how. Put simply: I FELT SO BLOODY GUILTY. I was leaving my then-15 month old with my highly capable partner (and my very baby-friendly in-laws nearby). I was gone for approximately 36 hours. I was building my career. But all this didn’t matter because in my head I was leaving my family and baby for something that wasn’t part of the regular program, something that was solely for me and no one else. Read more