Yet another Monday. For moms it’s a little toughie a Monday. The similar same routine starts all over again. Please get dressed, please eat your cereal, please wash your face. Please brush your hair or allow me to do it without the mammoth effort of actually shooting a mammoth with a bow and arrow.
If you are lucky enough to actually make it to the car with all the “shit” kids need for one day all in one piece you breathe a very deep long sigh of relief. The first of the week of many.
Is it this hard ? Ask a mom today?
The week is bound to be filled with at least 3 activities a day on average – that’s just the curricular school ones. In between running a small business which happens to be a GP one (so there are a few extra challenges daily there too), making sure everyone eats everyday, attending all the ” one should really be there” activities at the various schools, complying with stuff like UIF, VAT and other 3 letter word stuff that actually also take up time, effort, brain power and most of all MONEY. One is expected to make money, enough to pay all the folk who work for you too as well as all those government funds.
Come around 4 pm I am physically mentally and spiritually tapped and tanked. It is at this precarious mentally fragile point in the day that my night job begins.
A round of homework, attempting to feed children healthy food. Navigating until the moment of literally falling into bed in a collapsed state of near coma. ONly to wake up on tuesday and repeat.
Don’t get me wrong I love my girls and would not swop them for the world. However I FEEL collectively we have lost the plot a little in this life thing. I honestly feel it could be another way. The rushing the pushing the striving the activities the money chasing.
LIfe could be should be slower, lingering and enjoying moments. Not feeling like you are literally living on the N1, at that pace that the GP number plates drive, constantly driving right up your bumper aggressively pushing.
We only get one and we only get one “childhood” period with our children.
We need to learn to desire with all our heart to linger. To chill. To enjoy. To communicate without words in a space that is spiritually serene.
Or have I lost it properly now ? I think not.