A good day

Today was a good day. And since I can’t seem to make myself journal on any sort of regular basis, I thought I should record it here. Nothing monumental happened, but I felt like I could actually do my job.
I made myself get up early, and had an uneventful drive to the YMCA, worked out, and managed to be at work by 7:30.
At work first I went to do outreach at the WIC office and talked to two moms, one in English and one in Spanish. They both seemed really interested in our program. It’s a good day at WIC if I even have one good conversation, so two is a real gift.
Next, I had a visit with one of my moms who has historically been quiet. We’ve been moving forward and she lets me in little by little, but it has definitely been a process. At this visit, a case manager from a different agency showed up to meet with my family. By the time the case manager left, the baby was fussing, so I resolved to finish our topic next week. I told the mom the baby must have had enough strangers for one day. Mom immediately looked at me and said “But you’re not a stranger, [the baby] knows you really well!” It was a proud moment. The baby knows me, and her mom has let me in to her life. That is all I dream of for my job.
Afterward, we had a site visit from the Baby Talk women. Baby Talk is the home visiting curriculum we use. The women are like the quintessential Moms. They are so excited you can’t help but be excited with them. It's just nice to hear some days that your job matters, that other people work in the same field and reinforce it's importance/legitimacy.
I got home from work, and studied for a solid hour and a half. All of this before 6 pm! That's what I call a good day....