I’m often asked how I “do it all.” And my answer is always the same: “I don’t.”
(Case in point: How often do I update this site?)
Maybe from the outside looking in, it looks like I have everything together. But now more than ever, ever since having Henry, it couldn’t be further from the truth. I don’t do it all. I do as much as I can, and some days that means making sure that I kiss my husband goodbye in the morning, feed and change my son, and feed and change myself. Sometimes, that’s a good day. If I can take a shower, fix the bed, make a home-cooked meal, get good work done, do something creative and do something relaxing, too, well that is just a red-letter day. (And it probably means I will spend the next several days crashing because I did way too much the day before.)
The key throughout this continued effort to juggle and balance, I’m finding, is to be gentle with myself. I am learning to forgive myself, and I wish other women, especially new moms, could do this too. We are not perfect and to expect it of ourselves is just ridiculous. That’s the truth.