My assistant commented, as she watched me race around yesterday, that she was getting lessons from me in how to balance work and motherhood. Heavens, well, yeah, I guess.
Because it was a day.
My son graduated yesterday. Summa cum laude. So proud of him. A friend texted him, two minutes before his award ceremony started, “Dude, I think I just saw your mom running across the street??” My son texted back, “Great, that means she found parking spot!”.
And I was running across the street, barefoot, heels in hand, praying I would make it, and I did, just two minutes after the ceremony started, which I count as a success. At least considering yesterday’s schedule.
My life. Yours too, right?
And I am preparing for a massive product launch in eleven days. The work, the pressure, the conference calls! And it was field day with the younger kids outside all day long. Sunscreen, snacks, face paint (Go team!) And my younger son has a basketball tournament today. In a city an hour away. (Arrange rides? Husband miss grad party for older son?) And my daughter has her spring formal tonight. (Dress, hair, nails!) And we have graduation party today. (Family in town, need to pick up son’s favorite Indian food, must clean house – well, mostly clean house).
We get the job done, don’t we, Mommy?
My assistant sat with me yesterday morning as I blocked out our day. I’ll do this, you do this. I’ll take this call in the car on the way to get daughter’s dress, if you get to this point in the project, call me. And so on.
And when daughter had to be driven back to the park to get the thousand dollar piece of equipment she had forgotten there, there just was not time enough left to be a delicious half an hour early to my son’s ceremony. But it worked. It wasn’t perfect, but it was okay.
It was one of those days when you pause for breath and think, “My life is crazy.”
My life IS crazy. Combining work and motherhood is not neat, tidy or ever, ever predictable. Ever. But it is wonderful. Life does not have to be perfect to be wonderful.
I’m okay with messy if it means I get to be there. Be there making white felt Smurf Hats for their field day team (hot glue, Mamma, hot glue), I want to be there when my son accepts his award acknowledging four years of hard work and sacrifice, and I want to rock this product launch in a way the company will talk about in the annual report.
I don’t want it all, but I want as much as I can fit in a day. And if it occasionally involves me running barefoot through the streets of the city, I’m okay with that.
Life is good. Play today, Mamma. Play and laugh and roll in the grass with your kids. Monday will come soon enough with another dose of crazy. Go play!