I treat my role as a mommy seriously. To my eyes, there is no difference between working at an office and staying home as a mom of two. Both are professions that need attention and care. My household is like a zillion-euro project. I carefully plan all the steps and deal with it with all my heart and energy. Balancing between raising kids, finishing house chores and doing something for myself is my aim.
For raising kids, I believe that everything starts from home, the basic. Parenting books guide me on breastfeeding, solid food, healthy food, scheduling, language and other things. Trials and errors are my daily bread until I find the best way that fit my munchkins. I usually give a full attention to my kids for an hour or two before moving to the house chores. Throughout the day, I cook and sing to my kids at the same time, do the laundry when answering their 'why questions' and finish my writing with ears following my son's piano practice.
At the same time, I want to reach the equilibrium of 'Happy Moms Create Happy Kids'. Scheduling my kids and plan my days by minutes work very well for me and the kids. Kids are happy and content because they know what to expect and I save my own sanity. Besides, their fixed nap and bed times give me lots of time for myself (Joseph and Louise sleep 11 hours in the night and Louise takes a 3 hour nap per day). Yes, the luxurious 'Me Time'. I have enough time to read books, finish my writing, watch DVDs, chat or browse the internet. I even have time to talk and cuddle with my husband.
Of course, like any other profession, there are rainy days of being a mom. There are times when kids are difficult or sick and days when I have to catch some writing deadlines. On those days, I whine. I complain about the time I consume to take care of my kids (bathing, bonding, educating, loving) or about the energy I spend to finish the house chores (cooking, cleaning the house, doing the laundry, ironing) or about my own hobby (research and writing) or even about those three all together. Sometimes, I wonder why women are born with high commitment, responsibility and nurturing instinct. These blessings sometimes feel like a curse because we are forever bound to take care of our family. Also this never ending question on 'why multitasking is only for women' (and not for husbands!!) keep on lingering inside my head.
However, mothers have always been the pillars to humankind and I guess that's how the world goes. After sharing my bad days with other moms, I always resume my tasks just like an employee at an office who returns to her work after cursing the job. At the end of the day, although I'm tired and cannot wait for my kids to jump into their beds, I actually cherish the story time, when the three of us snug together and my kids constantly argue on who should get the most hugs from mama. When they kiss me good night and say in their sweet tiny voices: "I love you, mama, see you tomorrow", I usually hug them longer to smell their youth and wish they would stay little.
Happy Mother's Day!