Monday 29 July 2013

Pissed off and Inadequate

I feel as though a huge part of me has been given a terminal disease, has been told it is not worthy, is disrespected. Why? Because I decided that I could not retun to work full time and my quest to create that 'perfect balance' was denied leaving me feeling vaguely pissed off and inadequate.

For the past 7 years I have worked in the only industry that could sustain my once insatiable desire for chaos, people and drama - advertising. It was the only place where boredom didnt hit me in the face. It became a huge part of who I was. I was good at it, I enjoyed beind good at it, being busy, solving problems...I enjoyed succeeding. 

It did however at one point take me over, almost swallowed me whole. It became a place where I hid from the world, a place where I could be someone else, someone stronger, someone who was in control. 

After my mom passed I feasted on it to the point where it was making me sick, making me forget the softer and often best parts of me. 

Then a trip to Thailand changed my world. Two weeks in paradise with the man that would become my husband and father of my beauitful daughter changed me. It gave me perspective. When I stepped back into that boardroom I knew I had to leave. It took me a week to resign...without a new job, without a plan. The job that had been my life line for years had become the dead weight threatening to drown me. 

A few days later I found out I was pregnant, now without a job. I didnt want to stay in advertising, I was desperate to get out, to do something else, something with purpose and meaning, something that made a positive contribution to the world. Every job posting I read for client service in the industry made my stomach recoil and yet with a baby in my belly i wasnt in the best position to get into something new. 

I found myself back in an agency, a small one, run by industry greats, close to home, on the beach...what could be better? It was exactly what i needed. I kept a low profile, managed my one account, never worked late, never persued more; it was unlike me but that growing baby changed me and she continues to. 

I knew that I wouldnt be able to hand her over to someone else to raise, I knew this before she was born. Together my husband and I decided we would sacrifice whatever we needed to in order for me to be able to stay at home. Even though I knew I didnt have to return for the money I still couldnt say goodbye. I wanted to hold on still. As the months of my maternity leave ticked by I avoided questions about when I would return to work. I just did not have an answer. 

Now that it had come down to it, I could not say goodbye to that world even though it did not fulfill me, it did not grow me as a person. And to be honest being a mom does. It challenges me every day, it demands of me, it grows me.

 I had this pretty little picture of me working half days from home and still being a cheerful patient mommy who gets nothing but smiles and giggles. And I tried to make this vision come true, however far fetched it may be. 

The part I dont talk about though is the knowledge that this pretty little picture would have been tough to manage. Being a mom is not as simple for me as it might be for others, patience is not natural to me, self sacrifice to another helpless being is not natural to me. I have always been ambitious, hard, demanding, impatient, expectant. Staying at home focusing on my daughter and her needs takes a lot from me. To stay in the moment, treasure the simplicity, the routine, the silence, the bond, the smile, and allow these things to fill me up and inspire me is a challenge and one that I want to embrace.

So you can see there are two distinct people inside of me, each demanding attention, love and reassurance. I couldnt tell either side that they were wrong and so I persued that pretty little picture and tried to negotiate a half day flexi hours from home deal that would allow me to feed both. My attempts came to nought. 

In an impersonal email with no words such as 'regret' 'unfortunately' or 'thank you' i was told that there was no room for me. No regards, no thank you for your service, we understand, we hope...bla bla bla. I feel utterly rejected, I feel shunned. Do only women who give up spending time with their children belong in the work place? Why is there no middle ground? Why cant i be both, career woman and an at home mom? I feel cheated. I feel forced into being a full time stay at home mom, to choose one side of me over the other. 

I dream of a day where there are more opportunities for moms to work flexi hours from home with some office time. I dream of a day where employers would value your need to care for your children and work at the same time. I dream of a day where I dont feel invalidated for choosing to stay home with my daughter. In fact, the more I think about it the more pissed i am. 

We have come so far in our technological and progressive world and yet we still believe that work means you must be chained to your desk from 9 - 5...how very archaic of us. 

I am disappointed in our age where moms cant work part time, where they are forced to choose between the two worlds of work and motherhood as though they exist exclusively from each other; forcing moms around the world to feel inadequate whether they choose to work or choose to stay at home.

Tuesday 23 July 2013

I. AM. A. MOM

Im back on the writing. Its been hard to put the proverbial pen to paper these past few months. I have tried a few times and there seems to be a blank, a struggle to verbalise the shit storm that has happened since i became a mom. Became a mom. I find myself referring to myself in the third person, "mommy is tired" "mommy needs you to sleep hunny" "mommy's gone nuts" just so that it sinks in. I. AM. A. MOM.

What does that even mean?! Firstly its not a noun. Its a verb. It is something that is happening all the time, moving, growing, changing you from the inside, pulling everything apart and not really putting it back together again. Its kind of like spring cleaning; you throw everything out of the cupboards to get rid of crap and put it all back cleaner and neater than before. Except you get nostalgic about the items, pick at the things listlessly then agonise over whether you may need that in some nonexistant future. What started out as an attempt to clean up ends up with you sitting amidst a pile of junk and a much bigger mess than when you started. Right now, Im sitting in the middle of the floor surrounded by peices of my old life, the old me, facing parts of myself that are so dusty i barely recognise them, wondering who i am and how to put it all back together again into a better cleaner version of me.

 I am coming to accept that this process will take some time. I am getting to know this "mother" that is me, trying to feel comfortable in this new place i belong. The most striking thing i have come to realise is that being a mom has amplified my insecurities, my weaknesses glare at me in the mirror demanding attention like a pulsing zit. There is no escaping it. You are challenged every minute of every day. You long to know it all, fix it all. You know you cant. You feel immense guilt for that. You tell yourself to be patient but you've gone through life being impatient, patience does not come naturally.

All the qualities i honed at the work place are suddenly rendered useless and actually hinder the mothering process. There is no controling this monkey, no manual, no order, no structure. She doesnt listen to reason, she is not logical. I have officially given up work. I couldn't bare the thought of someone else caring for her, bonding with her, getting all those precious memories.

I am now a full time stay at home mother. I had never really envisioned this for me. Whenever i fast forwarded to where i thought my lfie would end up i saw myself wearing heels running down the hallways of a corporation not wearing pj's baking peanut butter cookies (this is not a metaphor, this was literally what i was doing this morning!)

Since realising i was not to return to work i have gone into mourning; a feeling of sadness and loneliness coupled with restless nights. What am i mourning? Being a part of a team, being a part of the teams' successes and failures, essentially...being a cog in the wheel. I cant believe that would be something i miss but i do. Perhaps because it has been replaced by my ever annoying need to obssess over little munchkin's sleep patterns. How much she sleeps, how she sleeps, how i put her to sleep, where she sleeps. Its all pretty banal and frankly annoying as shit stuck on your shoe. At the end of the day she sleeps when and where she wants for as long as she deems necessary...and truthfully i should be bloody grateful she sleeps through the night giving us all blissful sleep. So let it go!

So now i am part of a two man team - me and the monkey every day battling to overcome my weaknesses, striving to build a world where this mother in me can grow and find shape, chasing the sleep goblins around every corner.

I. AM. A. MOM.