This right here is everything.
When my children think of me, I hope that they recall the places we go, the songs we sing, the books that we read.
I hope that they think of me as their homework helper, dinner cooker, and bath giver.
I hope that they know me as their safe space, their home base, their soft place to fall.
The words escape me each time I sit down to write.
There is so much I want to say – so much I need to say – about the Mom 2.0 Summit. And don’t even get me started on the Iris Awards! That post will come later. One step at a time.
I think we all have lots of things that we swore a long time ago we would never do when we became parents. You know, back in that other galaxy far, far away. Back then we knew we would be perfect parents. The only problem was that once the kids arrived, reality set in.
Parenting is hard AF.
I have an amazing job. I love it, and I am so grateful for it. But I have to be honest – it’s freaking exhausting.
I am up before dawn every day (including weekends) to get started on my work. I am often up late as well, making sure loose ends are tied up and things are ready for the next day.
I am on call 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. I don’t get holidays off, and forget about sick days! I am expected to show up no matter how I am feeling. I knew this expectation when I accepted this position, but it’s still tough.
We do a lot of things for our children.
We drive them to sports and activities.
We sign them up for dance classes and music lessons.
We coordinate play dates with their friends.
We practice sight words and math problems, and make science fair displays with them.
We plan walks and bike rides and arts and crafts projects.
But sometimes, at the end of a long day, the best thing we can do is to be the soft place for them to fall.