If you did not know better, the pictures above would paint a cute little portrayal of happy stay at home mom life and cheerful outings. Do not get me wrong, the joy is genuine. The lunch dates were delightful and delicious. W had a blast and there were no tantrums. So, what's the problem, right?
I think it is safe to say that I have yet to find a happy balance between full time student and full time mom. Yes it is only a few weeks into the semester, but last week in particular, I just found myself feeling very overwhelmed and guilty. I felt like I was being pulled in all sorts of different directions, between studying for exams and trying to find the time to keep up with other coursework, and spending time with W (not just physically but actually being present mind and body), and doing any of the other things that need to get done on a regular basis. When the day came that we were out of clean underwear, I was surviving merely on caffeine, and my test did not go as well as I hoped, I had a bit of a melt down.
I just felt so guilty. Guilty that I needed my parents to help me with W. Guilty that I bought lunch instead of made it. Guilty that I did not make it to the gym. Guilty that I could not keep up with all my assigned reading. Guilty I did not put away all the toys. Guilty that laundry was overflowing. Guilty, guilty, guilty... that I could not do everything, but not just that I was not completing all these tasks, but that I was not giving 100 percent to everything or anything for that matter. I started thinking, "What am I doing? I went back to school to give myself and Little Man a better life and now we do not even have clean underwear." Then it hit me, I am wildly overreacting!
This is not the end of the world and all my worrying is for nothing. W is unfazed and enjoying time with Grammy and Pop. The gym will be there tomorrow, next week, or even next year if it gets that serious, and my Pinterest vision of motherhood is designed to make me feel like a failure if I am not making my own baby wipes, creating hand made Valentine's day crafts from construction paper and cotton balls, and cooking 7 course meals with organic ingredients in my crock pot - in ten minutes of prep or less.
Regardless of whatever misguided notion of supermom I had in my head, I am glad that it drove me to go out on some pretty great Mom and Son dates. It was nice to focus fully on just one aspect of my life, and if I had to choose one part of my life to devote all of my time to, I could not choose a better one than my little man!
While at the bookstore, I took the opportunity to pick up a little book about motherhood.
It is a collection of essays/stories written by numerous different moms serving as a reminder that no one is perfect and there is no perfect way, or one "right" way for that matter, to be a mom.