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Tuesday, June 19, 2012

I Don't Want To Miss A Thing

I often struggle with the fact that I am a working Mom. Does that make sense? Don't get me wrong for a second, I LOVE what I do at work. I also LOVE spending every second with my kids because there will be a time when they don't think I'm cool enough to hang out with. (Ashton is already there.)  I want my cake and I want to eat it, too. I love being with my kids so much that it makes it hard to leave for work when I am supposed to. I have a great schedule: Wednesday (10a-8p), Thursday (10a-8p), Friday (9a-5:30p) & Saturday (7a-1p). I even have one Saturday off each month. The problem is that most of my kids' activities are on Saturdays. For example, last Saturday I missed Ariah's very first swim meet. That broke my heart and hers. She cried the night before for so long that I felt like the worst Mom on the face of this planet. It's also hard to not be able to tuck my kids in on Wednesday & Thursday nights or to say good morning to them on Saturday mornings. I thought that we would all get used to it but that doesn't seem to be happening. :( Keegan cries every day when I drop him off at daycare. I know he's in a great place, but I know no one is better than Mommy so I feel guilty. Every day. I am sure that I am teaching them something very important, which is work ethic but I just don't want to miss too much...or anything at all. I have a great book called 1001 Things It Means To Be A Mom and it has a special section for working Moms. Number 765 says "Being a mom means deciding between career and family. And forever wondering if you chose right." I also love the very last one in the section number 821 "Being a mom means understanding you can have it all....just not all at once." Amen.


1 comment:

  1. You're teaching them to be flexible. You're teaching them trust; that you'll come home to them. You're teaching them to be independent, because some day they won't need you. And, you're teaching them self-worth by going to your job and being so darned good at it.
    Feel better? :)

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