So let me start off with it...my greatest challenge. My greatest challenge is to be able to do it all, knowing it isn’t possible. When I write the word “all,” I mean the duality of being a full-time working parent.
I love how a superhero can move in and out of their life and their persona with such ease. Diana Prince is able to turn in circles and become Wonder Woman. I spin in circles at times, hoping that it will turn me into Wonder Woman and make the challenge of “trying to do it all” easier...I just keep getting dizzy. I want to be able to switch between being a working adult and being a parent. It is so different in my world.
Before I became a parent, I had high expectations that being a full-time working parent was going to be easy...totally fine. I would drop my child off at daycare, the one I picked for the amazing-ness it had, and go to the career that I loved and felt fulfilled by. The best laid plans, as they say.
The kink in my plan came when I met my child.
I doubt my experience is as unique as I would like to think it is. But, when I met my baby for the first time...I was forever changed. (Meeting my second baby for the first time...still had that “forever not the same thing” going on.) I gained a new title...Momma. Not as impressive as CEO or President, but still pretty cool, right?
I have been doing this full-time working parent gig now for almost five years. The challenge lies in the duality of it all. Early on I lived with guilt that I was missing out on some milestone. What if she crawls while I’m at work? What if he says his first word to someone else? I hated that guilt and worry. I have chosen to believe, and maybe this is my denial of reality, that my kids did all their milestones in front of me and their daddy first. I have the baby books to prove it.
I also worried what others would think of me working and I let what some said defeat me and guilt me. “Are you upset that you are letting someone else raise your child?” “Do you feel like a part-time parent?” My early years of guilt for every moment spent working and not with my child has passed into periodic moments of guilt when my kid is sick and I can’t take that sick day due to my work schedule or when what is needed is for my child to sleep in but that is not in the schedule -- I can’t be late. That guilt I am still working to overcome.
There have been days, after the kids are down for bedtime, that I am in tears sitting on the couch because I have not “done it all” nor have I “done it at all well.”
I am not always as nice to my kids as I desire to be. Sometimes, my kids move at the pace of snails and refuse to cooperate in the morning. She doesn’t want to wear that shirt because she doesn’t want to look like a baby. She can’t find the shoes she wants to wear, not the pink ones, the Hello Kitty ones. He can’t find Iron Man and once he finds Iron Man he needs his name on it because they have to have their names on their stuff to take it to preschool. Pack the backpacks, fill the water bottles, break up a fight over the water bottles, and pack the car. “Let’s go we are going to be late!” She has to go potty and he needs to be changed. Finally to the car and she forgot her backpack in the house. He is angry to be buckled. She is having trouble buckling and is now crying in frustration. I may just join her. Driving to school, disagreement because she is looking out his window, mediation. I sigh as we walk into preschool. I feel like I have already had “a day” and we just got here.
Before all you read is me “crying in my beer”... I have, I hope, in the last five years, figured a few things out. A community of people, grace and forgiveness are staples to the life of a working parent.
A community of people. My kids are better for the community they are a part of. Their community includes my husband and me, as well as extended family and friends. Their community also includes my work community. Early on, one friend took care of my daughter after I came back after maternity leave and brought her to school every day at lunch for me to feed and spend time with her. I have had more than one family pass on clothes their kids have outgrown (it is nice stuff.) Just the other day, I had a mom I know stand at my car with both my kids buckled and let me run back inside to grab something I left in my classroom. Her response when I asked her for help: “Go, I’ve been there. They’ll be fine. I’ll sit in the car with them.” That mom saved me 20-30 minutes of getting my kids out of the car, walking into the building and walking back to the car and buckling.
My kids interact daily with adults that love and care for them. I am a teacher at a school that has a staff preschool. My kids are in preschool with other staff kids. Their classroom is across the hall from my classroom. I am able to stop by and see my kids once or twice a day just for hugs. My kids are thriving in preschool. My daughter is so well prepared for Kindergarten next year.
A community of people loving and caring for my kids.
Grace & Forgiveness. At times I think my kids must think, “Momma is difficult.” I know I have times I think my kids are difficult. I have to give myself grace when I am difficult with my children because I work. And grace and forgiveness for my kids, knowing they don’t understand this whole working parent thing. To them, I am just Momma. I also have to ask for forgiveness from my kids, when I am not quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry (James 1:19) because I am “trying to do it all.”
So, my greatest challenge still remains in the duality of it all. Before you read this and say, “what a downer,” please know that even though it will continue to be overwhelming at times, I will survive. The great moments with my kids are worth it all. My encouragement in the duality of it is please find a community or be part of a community for someone else. Also, let grace and forgiveness freely flow in your house, in your car and in your relationships.
Tara Lindburg is a teacher at Academy Charter School. She shares her house with her great husband Chad, her two amazing kids, Annika and Soren, and 3, (yes 3) greyhounds.
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