Thursday, May 10, 2012

Working Mama...Balancing

Working gives me a sense of success and professionalism.  Filling the role of a mama makes me feel loved and special in that "you're so cool and amazing" kind of way that only a little kid can make you feel.  Both are fulfilling and challenging in their own ways, but achieving a perfect balance is the hardest part for me.  When I feel that work is taking too much of me, I immediately feel guilty for not being there for my family.  When family issues are consuming my life and mind, I feel distracted at work and guilty for my lack of performance.   Feeling guilty is virtually a constant in my life.  Some blame it on the old "Catholic guilt," but I know that it's because I care and feel...I care immensely and feel passionately about a lot of people and things.  It's part of who I am and I refuse to change.  It's actually one of my favorite personal attributes, along with my legs.
Recently, it's been worse.  I have been feeling guilty regardless of what I do.  If I get into a book and want to read during all my free time, I feel guilty for not spending more time with my family and friends.  I know that I need to nourish myself, but I cannot seem to personally accept a balance that satisfies all my responsibilities to my personal standards.  Maybe I am perfectionist?  Ok, I am a perfectionist.  I am also extremely hard on myself.  You know the phrase, You are your own worst critic? Well, that was written for me. 
From as far back as I can remember, I punished myself more than my parents ever punished me.  I was grounded once for jumping on the sandbox lid and denting it after 5:15 Mass on Saturday evening.  My father yelled at my brother and I.  I sent myself to my room without dinner, cried my heart out, wrote "I'm sorry" notes to my parents, put them on their pillows, and put myself to bed.  My parents have zero recollection of this which blatently points out it wasn't a big deal to them.  I however, remember it like it was yesterday.  On another occassion, I recented a "point," or a demeritt as most kids would know them as, for forgetting to get a Science test which I received a 99% (because I spelled Jupiter wrong).  I was so scared and burst into tears as I gave the slip to my dad to sign.  He looked at it and said, "What's this?"  I explained it to him inbetween sobs and shrugged, said it means absolutely nothing to him, and signed it. Once again, I remember this and my pops doesn't.  I have always expected the best out of myself in the sense that I give 100% effort and truly respect life; when I fail, I beat myself up worse than anyone else could.  

Right now...I feel as if I am failing miserably.  I feel dark inside and I hate it.  This isn't the person I am.  I am a happy, outgoing, spontaneous, life loving, carefree, determined, optimistic, creative, goofy, sometimes crazy, competitive as all get-out,  music lovin get the idea.  Right now I feel dull, judgmental, stressed, heavy and as if I can't break through a shell that's holding me down.  It is a horrible feeling and it's been haunting me for months.  I have been praying for an answer and have been beyond emotional when all I want is to feel like myself again.  Every now and then I see the light and run straight for it, but I seem to only catch a few rays before being pushed back into a haze.

Some have told me that all I have to do is "let go."  While I would love to "let go," I can't seem to accomplish it. Some of the few things that allow me to escape feeling guilty or down are reading and dancing. Since both are good for my mind and body, I have been focusing on them more and more, but I have been trying to be aware of my responsibilities and families' needs. 
I want to be a great mama, wife, friend, daughter and employee.  I know I am doing my best despite anyone's opinions, but I also know that I am capable of much more and I strive to find that light in me.  After writing this, the light is flickering in the distance...I can feel it.  Let the marathon begin!  I'm up for the challenge. It's amazing how powerful writing is for me.

For the lovely ladies (Ania), that wanted to see my sweet New Orleans Easter Earrings!

Much love.


  1. We sound so much alike. I am so hard on myself too! Perfectionist all the way. You are doing better than you think you are. We could all do better and that's what growth is all about. You're growing mama, just take it easy on yourself from time to time ( that's just as much for me as it is you). The earrings rock btw, totally you!

  2. Thank you for your kind words! It's nice to know I am not alone. Growth is part of life...
    The earrings...AWESOME I know!! :) Mama and Papa have good taste!

  3. I know how you feel. I've always been like this too. I have the same sense of guilt with work and with the girls. I work from home but I HAVE to get my work done so sometimes I'll work while Olivia is awake instead of napping. This is where my guilt comes from. I feel like a bad mom because I'm focusing on my work and not her. She'll be watching tv and I'll feel like a horrible person for letting her just sit there for a couple of hours. I know that I need to work but it's upsetting all the same. Don't be too hard on yourself, you're doing what is best!

    1. It just has been hitting me hard lately, so I had to write about it. Sometimes just writing it down and putting it out there makes me feel so much better. I can't imagine having little ones that don't understand. Jared is 10, so he understands that I work and that I went to school so that I could get an even better job, etc., but it's still hard. By the time I get home, homework is done, dinner is made and showers are done, it's practically bedtime. I just wish there were a few more hours in the day so that I could feel like a better mama and wife. I always say that I would love to work from home, but I don't know if I would. I think the guilt would still be it is for you. A huge part of me thinks we feel guilty because we love so much! If that's the case, I'll take the guilt because loving is so worth it.


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