Impossibilities, The Working Mum And The Art Of The Juggle

Impossibilities, The Working Mum And The Art Of The Juggle

[vc_row type=”full_width_background” full_screen_row_position=”middle” bg_color=”#ffffff” scene_position=”center” text_color=”dark” text_align=”left” bottom_padding=”10%” overlay_strength=”1″][vc_column column_padding=”no-extra-padding” column_padding_position=”all” background_color_opacity=”1″ background_hover_color_opacity=”1″ column_shadow=”none” width=”1/1″ tablet_text_alignment=”default” phone_text_alignment=”default” column_border_width=”none” column_border_style=”solid”][vc_row_inner column_margin=”default” text_align=”left”][vc_column_inner enable_animation=”true” animation=”fade-in-from-bottom” column_padding=”padding-3-percent” column_padding_position=”top-bottom” background_color_opacity=”1″ width=”1/12″ column_border_width=”none” column_border_style=”solid”][/vc_column_inner][vc_column_inner enable_animation=”true” animation=”fade-in-from-bottom” column_padding=”padding-3-percent” column_padding_position=”top-bottom” background_color_opacity=”1″ width=”10/12″ column_border_width=”none” column_border_style=”solid” delay=”100″][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1529975224271{padding-top: 4% !important;padding-right: 4% !important;padding-bottom: 4% !important;padding-left: 4% !important;}”]There are some impossibilities that we have come to accept as mothers. A direct line between dinner and our child’s mouth being one of them. It would be fair to expect that having placed a delicious meal in front of our child they would proceed to move the food from the plate into their awaiting mouths. No. It is not to be. The carrots, of course, go straight into their sibling’s eye or onto the back of the cat, who has learnt to flying vegetable from time to time. The mashed potato ends up on noses, the table and in the bleakest of times, the ceiling and the sausages, oh, well, they like them, so they’re eaten rather quickly. But the rest, nope, it is a codified impossibility that it will all go smoothly.

We’ve made an uneasy pact with the dinner time routine, it’s going to happen, it ain’t going to be that pretty but we press on. Why is it that we can’t seem to give ourselves the same level of understanding, insight and acceptance when it comes to the (not so) smooth sailing of trying to juggle our commercial jobs, being a mum, partner and daughter?

When it comes to setting the standard of what we should do, the ease at which we should do it and the quality of executing all the above things, superman’s still searching way up there in the sky.

There have been countless stories of working mum’s who have been trying to do it all. We are usually shocked when we hear of these stories. We sometimes lean towards being horrified, how could any usual person expect her to do all that and live? Yet, so often, we working mother’s fall into the dangerous place of, ‘oh if she had done that differently, maybe it could have worked’. This place of constructive criticism not only comes out of our own obscene expectations of ourselves but societies.

Working mothers are expected by themselves and the broader arm of society to, use her brain and skills in the workplace, look after her brood in logistical management, psychological counselling, health and wellbeing to name a few, make sure her partner is on track, be concerned and go out of her way for both her parents but also the in-laws, scoop up the poop for any and all of the other animals under the roof. After all, countless brave women campaigned for us to have the vote and be able to go to university, we mustn’t let them down. But we must not let our wombs down. Or our partners. Or our parents. Or the cat.

This is what it boils down to. Through juggling the myriad of responsibilities we take on we are chanting we must not let them down. But have we let ourselves down by not calling some impossibilities for what they are? An impossibility that is harmful for us and for our working mum counterparts.

This is a big discussion that still have a long way to go but just take some time to think. If I had a third party to look in at my life. What would they call an impossibility?

Our best,

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