I don’t get a chance to blog as much these days, between mothering a toddler and coaching my clients. I find that I miss it, though. So today, as my son naps, I find myself with a precious hour or two.
Time is a hot commodity as a parent. Whether working out of the home, full time, part time, or stay at home (what a misnomer!), all moms and dads find that there’s a new “normal.” Yes, we can still carve out time for ourselves, but it’s no easy feat. It takes compromises, trade-offs, and in many cases, communication with a partner.
For example, my husband often takes our son to the playground before leaving for work, so that I can coach a client without Herbie banging on the door, crying “door, door!” Parts of daily life such as showers and ample sleep also take communication. (Honey, remember the time I took a shower without warning you and we found Herbie had climbed onto the dining room table and was going through the mail?)
Point being, when even a shower is not to be taken for granted, there can be a lot of pressure when I find myself with an hour in the middle of the day to spend as I see fit. I review my options. I could clean the bathroom (we haven’t hired a house cleaning service, something that I would nonetheless advise ANY new parent to squeeze into a budget). I could read any of three books that I had optimistically purchased on Amazon. I could answer overdue emails and texts.
Or I could blog.
We do what we are to feed ourselves. To remember who we are. I am a writer who loves psychology and personal growth. These fields are interwoven for me, personally and professionally. As an INFJ, I tend to look at the world in terms of where I want to grow. It’s my idea of fun to jot down goals in each area of my life where I want to focus in the coming week. I love understanding mental processes, perceptions, and motivations. This is why I’m a coach. It’s also a part of parenting that I really love, as well.
So in the context of my new “normal,” I’m okay with a certain degree of clutter in our home. I’m okay if my exercise is running around the playground and park (believe me, I have the biceps and quads to prove it). I’m okay if couple time is family time. There’s a season for everything, and other seasons will circle back around again. For now, it’s a season of growth: my growth, my son’s growth, and my clients’ growth.
My son went through three shoe sizes in three months. I’m ready for new shoes, too.