My daughter took me from the hardcore playing field of corporate America to the software world of her lips melting into my cheek.
Prior to her arrival, I had things under control in my WORK ROOM, a place I affectionately referred to as The War Room. I was running two mid-size personal care corporations with the help of many gifted individuals.
I played well because I felt like I had nothing to lose. But then, the game changed. My new owner arrived. She was six pounds and multi-sensory. She was fast and feisty. She would eventually play me to my knees.
Several years later, I was able to sell my second company so that I could devote more time to being with my daughter. During that time,
I felt like I had a giant bat beating on my back courtesy of the stress involved. The lesson for me came when one day my daughter said to me, “don’t worry mom, everything is going to be all right.” I had said those words one million times to my own mother as a child and I never wanted my child to say those words to me. If anyone was going to be reassuring anyone, it would be me comforting my daughter and not the other way around.
Corporate America taught me many lessons and there is one key lesson I have applied in our home. As she grew older, I grew wiser and taught my little girl the value of planning in general. Plan A was always our first choice. Plan B was the backup choice and Plan C was we needed a new plan. My child loves this as it helps her to not only see choices but also to confidently make them while learning to accept change.