I don’t mean to brag, but I’m a bit of a multitasking marvel. I’m able to check homework, prepare dinner, and fold laundry in a single bound, my git-er-done philosophy has allowed me to beat motherhood at her own game — or so I thought.
My practice of doing more in less time started innocently enough. Working full-time in a demanding career, I spent lunch breaks running errands, dinners practicing spelling words, and bedtimes checking homework. I thought in order to have it all, I needed to do it all. So that’s just what I did.
My kids rarely saw me devoted to any one person or thing. They shared me with endless tasks and waited patiently for blips of my time. Prioritization lacked, attention to detail waned, but my biggest regret in my so-called mastery of our collective domain was forgetting who all of this was even for. [read more…]