I have hit the inevitable point in adulthood where I am no longer Mrs. Somebody but Somebody’s Mom. When I pick Chica up from school, this is how her friends (and even teachers, sometimes) refer to me. I expected to find this annoying, but I think I actually like it these days.
This summer I sat out to fall whole-heartedly into the role of Chica and Bubba’s mom. I purposely passed up lots of super-fun sounding professional development type opportunities in order to develop the relationship with my kids and sharpen my mommying skills. Many thanks to Jay who politely forbid me to take on any more projects ’round about April. He had seen the toll that six semesters of masters classes in a row had taken on our family and my sanity. His ban on anything extracurricular definitely made it easier to say no each time.
The first few days of my new role as a short-term SAHM were quite messy. There was little napping, fair amounts of yelling, and lots of self-pitying. About halfway through, though, I began to get into the tiniest bit of a rhythm and routine. (When I say tiny, I mean like finally found a time to take a shower.) When I was tempted to whine and construct all sorts of negative Facebook statuses in my head, I tried to remind myself just how blessed I am to have the time to spend at home. Having to beg a four-year old for the hundredth time to eat her lunch does in fact trump even the best lunch duty with 150. I’ve spent the last few weeks fully focused on being Mom and learning to love it. There have been lots of cool moments…
Well, then life happened. A huge unexpected windstorm came through our city and knocked out the power on Friday night. We had a big limb fall in our yard and knock the phone and cable lines off of the house. We relocated to Nana and Papa’s house because I’m not sure my kids would have survived my grumpiness in an un-airconditioned house paired with 100 degree weather. Yesterday was day four of no power, but it has thankfully now been restored.
While at Nana’s house I had a welcomed chance to step back from the role of All Mommy-All the Time. I spent time making greeting cards in Nana’s basement for a friend’s fund-raising raffle. I stayed up WAY too late working on this project, but it was SO worth it. I have such a great feeling of accomplishment when I take time of my own to create. Being a mom is so fulfilling, but this night reminded me that I must carve out time for myself too.
I set out this summer to be a better mom to Chica and Bubba. Among plenty of other things, I want both of them to grow up to be creative people who use their gifts for both work and fun. If I want that for them, then I must of course model it.
This mom thing takes an incredible amount of balance, and I don’t expect anyone can ever get it completely right. But here’s to hoping this summer affords me time to find balance in even the tiniest form.