The Mummy Whisperer wrote an interesting post the other day about whether you can have it all as a mother, as did the ever-articulate Muddling Along. There never seems to be the perfect solution to the perpetual juggling act. I have found myself having this conversation a great deal recently with mums I know well about how you can juggle work and children: it’s been on our collective minds I guess because our children all start school in September.
It seems to me that, as a mother, you are on duty 24/7, whether or not you go to work. This is not to be disparaging to fathers, especially the stay-at-home kind. They do an awesome job that, in many ways, is harder than being a stay-at-home mum, because stay-at-home-dads are not universally accepted yet: they are a rarity rather than the norm. But for mothers who work, there is always motherhood, because it is a state-of-mind rather than the switch-on, switch-off state that I assume fathers adopt. This may well be something to do with the way that men function emotionally: I have grown up with the belief that women have emotional responses to most situations and like to talk things through, whereas men are much more straightforward, keep things in and are better at compartmentalising work and private lives.
The mothers that I know who work have made the point to me that, even though both they and their husbands go to work, they find that they (the mothers) are the ones responsible for making sure that forms are filled in, uniforms ready, middle-of-the-night-cuddles given. They mention that their husbands or partners seem to switch into work mode when leaving the house, and don’t become Dad again until they are back from the office. I have definitely observed this in DH: he leaves with his ‘game face’ on, and needs time upon returning to divest himself of the trappings of his work before he becomes Dad and Husband once again. I have never had that ability.
When I worked after LBG was born though, I never really had that separation of work and home. Even when working, LBG was at the back of my mind. I wondered if she was OK, I reminded myself she needed a new coat, or that I had to call x to arrange a play date. Yet now that I am a stay-at-home mum, I recognise that there were moments of ‘adulthood’ in my working day that I just don’t get now. I am learning to insert ‘grown-up time’ into my schedule so that I have a break from the relentlessness of motherhood.
But here’s the thing. It’s taken four years of parenthood, many more years of being a woman, and I have made an unexpected discovery about myself: I have realised now that I don’t care about having it all. I don’t want it all. I don’t to be pulled in two different directions: to have the stress of coming home early to collect a sick child, then working late into the night when I just want to sit and cuddle them. Neither do I want a work wardrobe that I panic about getting detritus on when feeding the children breakfast. I don’t want to juggle so many things that I feel I am managing to achieve nothing. I don’t care that I am ‘just a mum‘.
I grew up with a female Prime Minister: a daily reminder that it is possible for women to achieve as much as men. I had two working class parents who were raised by women who stayed at home: the very idea that women could run the country was revolutionary. And my parents did all they could to give me the best start, the greatest chance, the firm belief that I could do anything. I was the very first person in the family to go to University.
I went to work, ironically helping families to better juggle careers and parenthood, carrying great aspirations with me. But the more I worked, the smaller my aspirations became. The older I got, the less keen I was on making huge strides. And then came my babies, the lack of sleep, the constantly-being-on-duty, the wanting to spend time with them. And I am now realising that this is enough: what I have right now. I have everything I ever dreamed off when I was eight: a wonderful husband who I adore; two bright, funny children; a house (OK, so it doesn’t have a picket fence, but they are hardly practical); a dog. And I am not ‘just a mum‘: I am able to do a lot for our children because my wonderful husband works such long hours. Those long hours mean I need to be available for The Girls, which could ruin my plans if I wanted a conventional job. But I have discovered and embraced the internet with this blog. Through it I have made local connections that have the potential to lead to interesting projects at a pace that suits me. I will be a Parent Class Rep next year, helping them support the school our girls attend. I have been asked to teach some of these parents how to bake. I am involved in setting up a craft group. I am in training to walk London with Shine again in 10 weeks’ time. But mostly I get to spend time with my children. And that is all that I need.
By the way, none of the photographs are strictly necessary. I just like throwing in gratuitous photographs.
Lou says
See you at Shine!
Domestic Goddesque says
Definitely Lou!
I’m 10 weeks away from returning to work after my second child. The thought of returning is utterly horrendous. Even more so than after my first as now I will be leaving two of them. I am doing everything in my power to avoid being away from them full time and trying to get as much as work from home stuff as possible. Fingers crossed I get to live my dream which for me right now is being the best mum I can be to my two girls and the best partner I can be to my boyfriend. It’s not that I don’t want to work. I just want to be a mother more. I so don’t want it all.
Goodness that sounds very hard @munchiesandmunchkins. I hope it works out for you.
I did miss it and I love it and like you I am super grateful I can be home for my kids at the moment when they need me and not have to feel compromoised. Mich x
Sometimes you have to remind yourself of that though @michelle. At least I do!
I love this post! I’m so grateful for the opportunity to stay at home with my girls. I worked for almost 4 years following the birth of my oldest (and her sister who arrived 2 years later). Like you, I could never turn off the mom part of me… and you know what… I didn’t want to. I’m happy with where I am in life now!
i love this post and I have to comment that your girls are absolutely gorgeous!! I so wish I could cut down my work hours and be more mum than working mum but financially at the moment it’s impossible. Personally I reckon it’s a much harder job to be a stay at home mum, and I think it takes a lot more mentally to be one than to do the 9-5. No one should feel they have to break their back to ‘have it all’ – people just need to be happy with their ‘lot’ and it sounds like you really are! ;0)
I really appreciate you commenting I Heart Motherhood: I know that my post makes no allowances for those who have to work for financial reasons. It has taken a long time to make this observation about myself, and don’t go thinking that I am in any way an attentive parent or good housekeeper! And thank you on behalf of The Girls… I live in fear of them realising that they are gorgeous because then we’ll all be in for it!!