Have any of you seen that movie? The one starring the famous Sarah Jessica
Parker, or as we all know her, “Carrie Bradshaw”? I recently saw this movie a while back and I
loved it. “I Don’t Know How She Does It”,
is a movie about a working mom trying to balance work, kids, her spouse, and
herself. Lately – well actually the
beginning of this school year has been such a juggling act and its sad because it
literally just started a few weeks ago. It’s
been a bigger adjustment this year and I don’t know why I don’t have myself
together yet. Our week consists of dance,
football practice, church, football games and if we’re lucky, we actually will
get one day during the week where we actually eat all together as a
family. My days of running during the week are gone. Nooooo! I’m not use to this and I will
have to say, I went a little cray, cray from the feeling of “not having it all
together”. I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining,
but I guess I just wanted to vent. This
mom had a moment, but then again, haven’t we all? (Please say yes. I don't want to be the only one.)
I’m 29 years old and I have a 14 year old stepson and a 5
year old daughter. Before I gave birth
to my daughter, I was already on the mom discovery process because I now had a
stepson. At 23 years old, becoming a mom
to an 8 year old was honestly kind of weird and I had no idea what to do, how
to act or what to say. People say that
when you give birth, you immediately just know what to do and things come
naturally. I’d like to say that is
mostly true, but it doesn’t apply when you become a step-parent. The road I must admit has come with highs and
lows, bumps and stars. Luckily, I was
accepted with arms wide open into this little boy’s heart. The older I’ve gotten the more experienced
and assured I feel as a mother to not only him, but my daughter as well. My hands are pretty full with the both of
them. The stages of life they are both
in are on complete opposite ends of the spectrum. I have a daughter who is into Justin Bieber,
coloring and everything sparkly. She
depends on me in many levels. My stepson
on the other hand is going through puberty, liking girls and becoming a young
man. He is starting to get embarrassed
by things I use to get embarrassed about with my parents. I just stop and say, “Hey, you have young
parents. What could you possibly be
embarrassed about?” But I guess parents
are parents and yes, we, I mean they can be embarrassing, when you’re
that age.
Most women in my generation are working moms. Speaking for myself, I love being a working
mom. I love that I have my own career,
my own identity aside from motherhood. I
love being a mom and I am my kids biggest fan, always there to support them and
provide them with all that I can, but I do love that I get the best of both
worlds. BUT and yes that’s a big but – it is nowhere near easy and at times I
feel I could use an assistant (especially here recently), but realistically, we
all know that’s not possible. So I’m
like an clown juggling ten balls in the air, trying my hardest not to drop
one.
So how do I do it?
How do I balance work, kids, my husband and myself? Well the answer is there is no answer. I just do it.
Sometimes I fail, but most times I succeed. I’m a multitasker at heart, so when one ball
drops I freak out. I like order and when
things don’t go as ideal as I dream them up in my head to be, I can lose myself
in the process. So I was M.I.A from my
blog for a few weeks trying to focus my time and attention on the kids, but I
have regrouped, put my big girl panties on and decided to stop worrying when things
are getting hectic. (or at least try
to)
I enjoyed a weekend getaway with my husband last week for
our 5 year wedding anniversary and I collected my thoughts during my church’s
sisterhood group meeting this Wednesday.
How good it feels to have women around you to lift you up!
So I know I’m not alone with the juggling act of life. How do you
do it?
Oh and if you haven’t see the movie, check out the trailer
here. I’m sure you’ll love it. It’s so relatable.
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