Back in the (Parenting) Groove

Toddlers on the shoulders, a camping walkAs much as I’d like to think I’m great at multi-tasking, there are really only a certain number of things that can realistically be done—if they are to be done well, that is.

I wanted to be able to really focus on my children during the summer months of June through August. It started off well. That first month, we did projects; we learned together about interests the children had; we went camping, and even started studying another language. June was, in my mind, a success.

July started off much the same. A week into it, I took on an editing job. Little did I know, the author had high expectations for the speed at which he wanted to see the project complete. A 400-page book edited, ASAP, with daily expectations and progress report. My summer plan with the kids took a back seat. “I’ll finish this quickly,” I thought to myself, yet felt guilty every time my daughter reminded me, “It’s Wednesday. We’re supposed to do a sewing project.” or “It’s Friday, baking day.” The editing project was completed at the end of the month, on schedule. However, July was, in my mind and according to my initial plans with my kids, somewhat of a flop.

I had high hopes for August. “At least we’ll end the summer with a bang.” Three days into the month, I realized that wouldn’t be the case, well, at least not in the exact way I had planned…we were moving. Though this had been on the cards for a while, everything fell into place so quickly and we knew it was now time. My husband and I wanted everything to be settled well before the kids’ school started, so we knew we had to get going: cleaning, sorting, packing, moving, unpacking and cleaning and sorting again.

The apartment had a pool so every day without fail, we spent some time swimming. Besides that, though, the kids knew not to expect much from mommy, as I unpacked a box here, wiped down a shelf there, organized a drawer here and then reorganized it there.

By mid-month, things were looking good, just in time for school—my school, that is. After a 14-year break, I was starting college, with a high learning curve for one of the subjects. Personal studying and homework entered my life for the first time since I was a young teen.

Yet I felt a twinge of guilt every day that passed that I didn’t spend more time with the kids. “They’re only this young once,” I heard over and over in my mind—wise words spoken by women whom I couldn’t help but think they must have had less to do, and more time to just be with their kids.

Finally, my kids’ school began, and with it, my hopes for an exciting, fun-filled summer together went out the window. But did it really? Or was my perception lacking in some way?

We did go camping for the first time as a family.

We moved into a new place together, getting beds and shelves and setting up their own room for the first time.

Three birthdays feel within that time period; we planned a bounce house and skating rink for my son; a tea party, swimming and a movie for my daughter; and a family get-together for the third.

My sister and her boyfriend visited from overseas and my kids had lots of fun bonding with them, exchanging stories, and playing hide and seek in the house—a perpetual favorite.

We went swimming nearly every day for a month. My two older kids are now pretty close to being good swimmers—something I was inwardly hoping to make time for this summer, but had no way of doing so unless we had access to a pool.

Perhaps the things I had on my original plan weren’t accomplished, but that doesn’t mean I was a failure, or that the entire summer was a flop.

One evening, a week into their school beginning, I had managed to get a bit ahead in my studying. I read some stories to the boys, and then played with my youngest while my husband played chess with the older two.

It felt calm; it felt together, just like it should. After they went to bed, I worked on a project for them, something I know they will be excited about when it’s done.

This morning my kids were up early enough to read a story before they left for school. Afterwards, I sat with my youngest and we had fun with his early learning “school.” We then went for a walk together.

I felt like I was back in the groove of being a mom again, not a bad feeling. There are bound to be busy times ahead, but when I’m committed to give my kids the best of what I have—even if there are the inevitable other things to juggle—I know everything will work out great.

Just like what my daughter said about this summer, when someone asked how she enjoyed it:

It was the best summer ever!

Advertisements

About Bonita Jewel

Bonita Jewel is an author and blogger who writes on a variety of themes, including: Literature & poetry https://danielandbonita.wordpress.com Writing https://awordfitlywritten.wordpress.com Parenting https://positiveparentingblog.wordpress.com Purpose https://apurposedlife.wordpress.com After living in India from the age of 16 to 28, she returned to California with her husband and three children. She is pursuing a Degree at Fresno State University. Bonita teaches community education at Clovis Adult. Her courses include Blogging Basics, Power Editing, Creative Writing, and Working from Home. She also freelances as an editor, ghostwriter, and writing coach. Her greatest passions are her family, her faith, writing, and reading. Bonita Jewel has been reading since she was 2 ½. Thirty years later, she still loves the magic and mystery of the written word. She is slowly breathing life into roughly 50 novels and nearly as many nonfiction works, depending on which plot or character seizes her interest at any given time. Please connect with Bonita at: https://www.facebook.com/BonitaJewelAuthor

Posted on September 30, 2011, in Attributes, Education, Life Lessons, Paying attention and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Nothing is ever how you picture it in the ideal realms of your mind, but in the end, it’s better! Keep at it! And thanks for the perspective!

  2. I found this post kind of liberating. I think that as a mom, it’s easy to make a ‘plan’ of what we want to do with our kids, and get discouraged if it can’t work out the way we hoped. It’s good to have plans, but often mitigating circumstances will throw that for a loop. Thanks for reminding me to live in the moment and be happy with what I can do, for the perspective on that 🙂

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: