I had one job...
Last weekend we took a family trip to North Carolina. We were constantly on-the-go, hiking, swimming, and exploring. On the drive home my husband commented on how exhausted he was from all the non-stop fun and memory making. Oddly, I wasn’t. Here’s why.
As a working mom, my days are a precarious balancing act, a mad swapping of this hat for that one as I move back and forth between roles so fast it would give you whiplash. One minute I’m on a conference call, the next I’m reading Llama Llama Red Pajama to a bunch of two-year-olds as this week’s Mystery Reader. And somewhere in between there’s laundry, date night, and a badly overdue pedicure.
This weekend, though, I only had one job: Mom. The only goal was to spend time with my son. Literally there was nothing else I was supposed to squeeze in, or double-book, or circle back on. Everything I needed to do was right in front of me, sitting on the dock eating fruit snacks and throwing rocks into the water.
I tried to explain it to my husband, but I don’t think he fully understood what a relief it was for me to just be Mom. To not have to savor every moment because I’m always coming or going or falling behind on something else. To let entire days unfold lazily without schedules and plans and hand-offs, and “be right back”s!
I hear from SAHMs a lot about needing a break from their kids. As a working mom, what I crave is time my kid without a break. Neither is better. They are just different realities.
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