Good morning, Mommy! Happy Thursday. How are you going to grow closer to your kids this weekend? Now’s the time to look at the calendar and make some plans.
My husband’s work schedule has been the worst this week. Fourteen hour days. He got home last night at 9:30 PM. I let the kids stay up till 11:00 because they needed that time with him, and he needed time with them. We had a hot, sit-down breakfast this morning, Needtobreathe playing on the little, blue Bean speaker.
Not an easy week to be a family, but I’ll make it work. We do that, don’t we? We make it work.
It occurred to me this morning (as I was running down my to-do list of meetings, spreadsheets, dishes and laundry and driving) …in every successful family, somebody somewhere was willing to work really, really hard.
You power through the sleep-deprived days after sleep-deprived nights. You meet your deadlines at work, while dealing with diaper-rash-worry and daycare-fretting. You make it to Muffins With Mom, even though it means that you have to ask to come into work late that morning.
You make time to walk around the lake with them, because they love it, even though you could easily crash on the sofa with a glass of wine. You read out loud to them at bedtime, even though you’re so tired you nod off while reading. (Don’t worry, the kids will wake you up so you can finish the book.) You go to the baseball game, even though you have to show up in a skirt and heels, straight from work.
You forgo the fancy face-cream so she can get a new dress for the school dance. You give away your tickets to the concert because kiddo had a shitty day at school and needs you to create a loving, you-are-important-to-me, safe space at home tonight where he can work through his feelings (never easy for a boy). You stay at a difficult job because The Insurance and The Mortgage and The Tuition.
And, every once in a while, you get a luminous moment, a snuggle-and-hug-before-bed, a laugh-at-a-butterfly-landed-on-my-hand, a thanks-mom-what-would-I-do-without-you… and it’s all worthwhile.
Yes, your life is crazy. Yes, it’s hard. Working motherhood, in my opinion, is much like what Churchill said about Democracy: It’s the worst form of government there is, except for all the others.
Why-ever we work, whether because we want to, or because we have to, we have to be intentional about our time with our kids. We have to fight for it. I don’t know about you, but when I am with my kids, at home or at one of their events, I try hard to BE THERE. I know our time is limited, so I try to make the most of what we have.
Now then. About this weekend. Whatcha got planned there, Mamma? What moments do you want to have with them? What memories? What connection?
Plan it. Live it. Make it happen, girl.