Three weeks of working fulltime and I finally have a moment to write about it! To be honest, I've put off writing this as I haven't entirely been sure how I feel - and I'm a little nervous to share my thoughts.
So, my confession for today is...I like working! My first weeks on the job have struck me with some interesting realizations that I hadn't expected. There were the obvious feelings of missing the kids, and the brain exhaustion - but also an unexpected sense of joy! Unfortunately, with the joy, came an overwhelming sense of guilt; of having to leave my kids, yes, but also just the guilt of enjoying being away! I know it sounds crazy but I guess I was just torn between the two sides of who I am: the mom and the woman. I hope this sounds familiar to some of you who, like me, are just desperately trying to strike a balance between career/family/and all the other million things vying for real estate in your life. So many times after hearing about my 'former job', new co-workers would innocently offer a comment such as "Wow, a 9 month old, you're back to work early!" or simply "You must miss your kids" and I'd be sent reeling with doubt and sure that they must be judging me as a terrible mom.
So, three weeks in and while I can say I am loving my new life, it hasn't been without its challenges. I've been averaging about 2 emotional meltdowns/week. There is a mountain of laundry waiting for my attention. It's been 2 weeks since our last major grocery shop so dinners are becoming a challenge in culinary creativity. And I have now, on several occasions been referred to as "Dad errrr Mom" and "Grand...mom". Overall though, everyone is surviving. Isabelle has accepted a sippy cup filled with expressed milk (haha...that's a whole other post) and has learned to be ready for some mommy time promptly at 5:35. Aneisa and Kash are adjusting well and thriving with their newfound 'daddy-time'. My mother-in-law has been amazing at picking up the slack with childcare, housework - and even meal prep. And Mighty Dad is showing his Mighty colours! He has stepped up and filled in the gaps beyond my expectations. I see the wear in his eyes from time to time but he never fails to shake it off in time to hold me together when I start to unravel. This whole experience has actually given both of us a renewed appreciation for each others role in our family.
So, while I have enjoyed the work part of these past weeks, I am looking forward to the upcoming decrease in hours once my training period is over. The balance will again shift - allowing me to feel a part of life at home again...and maybe the kids will remember my name again!
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ReplyDeleteCorrie,
ReplyDeleteYou are an excellent writer and have eloquently captured those guilty-mom feelings that so many of us have experienced in our lives. I love your transparency here... one of the reasons it was such a good read.
My guilt-mom-struggles were about yelling... something I grew up with as a child so it became a 'normal' thing. Yet, when I resorted to yelling, which was at least once a day and several more, my boys would go off to school and I would be a crying mess. We seem to go back to what seems 'normal' but I knew it was not the kind of mom I wanted to be. Man... motherhood is hard!! Especially because we go into with all the baggage from our own childhoods. But boy is it worth it! Gord and Matt have grown into amazing young men whom I actually look up to and admire. And all is forgiven. Life is good!
Thanks for sharing your heart here Corrie!