with Amy Urquhart
I’m Amy and I’ve spent the last three years trying to strike that perfect balance between being a wife, mom and professional career woman. I’ve decided that I’ll never perfect the art of “having it all”, but this blog is a chronicle of my attempts to continue to do so. I’m a blogger (my personal blog about Canadian home life is Hearts into Home), gardener, college instructor, wife to Graham and mom to Nate. If you’re also a working mom who finds there just aren’t enough hours in the day, I hope you’ll enjoy this column!
Read her blog at Hearts into Home.
I just got home from the airport. My three big kids are winging their way back to their mom and stepdad as I type this, and my husband and I have just tucked two heartbroken little kids into their beds. My husband is venting in the garage, working on one of his many car-related projects. I’m throwing myself into my work. The only things that makes this bearable is the fact that I know they had a fun summer and I know how excited they are to see their mom and stepdad again. The fact that there are people who love them dearly on both sides of this flight, people who have missed them the way we miss them now.
This stepmothering thing… you get used to it. You learn how to manage and juggle. But it never really gets easier. At least, it hasn’t for me, even nearly 10 years into it.
It’s hard not to resent the hours I spend at the office. The hours more I spend typing away after they’re in bed I can deal with, because the only thing I’m missing out on then is sleep. I have to work; it puts food on the table and a roof over our heads and pays for karate and horseback riding and the million other tiny necessities you want to provide for your kids, whether or not you’re the one who birthed them.
But at the end of my life, I’m not going to wish I had put in a few hundred more hours of overtime. I’m going to wish I had snuck out of work early to watch our oldest son dance the “Cotton Eyed Joe” for the umpteenth time, or that I helped our teenage daughter create a prom dress out of garbage bags and pink ribbon for dress-up day at her job, or that I managed to get to our preteen daughter’s karate graduation ceremony to see her get her yellow belt in person instead of on video.
So I did. And I’m glad. If my work suffered, it’s because my kids didn’t, and that’s a choice I’ll make every time. I’m pretty sure, though, that work didn’t notice that the circles under my eyes were a bit more pronounced, or that I was consuming even more caffeine than usual, or that I finished a project or two by 5 a.m. instead of 5 p.m. But my kids noticed that I was there for them, I think, and that makes everything else worth it.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Our time with our kids is short. Much shorter than it seems when we’re right in the thick of it, hip-deep in diapers and Dora the Explorer and daycare.
But my time with my stepkids is even shorter. And I never feel that more acutely than when they leave and I realize that an entire summer — with the stress and scheduling and juggling and clashes between siblings, big and little — has flown by in an instant, and I’m left with a houseful of clutter that I’m reluctant to clean up, because I wish they were still here.
Working stepmoms, can you relate? How do you cope with your juggle?
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