A typical day for my little family goes something like this:
7am – if not earlier – Wake up, mama! Time to get dressed, eat breakfast, then tackle my toddler and wrestle on his clothes and shoes. Despite the frantic pace, I still manage to make it funny. Alex loves it when I chase him around the house to dress him.
8am – Out the door! In the car! Drop off husband at work, and drop off child at daycare.
9am to 5pm – Work, work, work.
5:30pm – Pick up child and husband.
6pm – Fix supper in under 1/2 hour.
6:30pm – Sling supper on the table.
7pm – Husband and child watch his favorite kiddie show, Chuggington, for 20 minutes. In these 20 minutes, I sweep up the remains of supper flung on the floor – tonight was sticky spaghetti – load the dishwasher, wipe the counters, pick up toys and start supper for tomorrow night. If I get ahead now, I can save a precious 15 minutes tomorrow.
7:30pm – Bathtime!
8pm – Baby’s bedtime.
People, this is a good day. A day like that makes me happy because everything went according to plan. It’s drudgery, yes. But the alternative is the wheels coming off the kiddie cart. Tantrums, traffic, and a tiff with my husband, can turn a frantic pace into a chaotic mess.
So I’ll take the frantic pace, and be grateful. I’m especially lucky because my husband is an equal partner in our family. He cleans, he cooks, he changes diapers, he keeps track of the bills and holds his end up, though he may complain all the way on bad days.
It’s International Women’s Day. And I don’t want special treatment for today. I don’t need a break, a pedicure spa, and for god’s sake don’t give me earrings. For me, today is an opportunity today to think of how to make things more equal. And I’ll know we’ll have gotten there the day that a man talks to his boss about achieving a better work-family life balance. It won’t be a woman’s issue anymore to hope her boss can tolerate the fact that she has a family now. I know we’ll be closer to equal when parental leave will not be by default just for moms. Dads will be given the same time off and not have to worry for their jobs. Most of all, I wish for equal in a world where girls are still undesirable when born in certain countries, or hidden away, or hurt, or made to feel less than a man.
Today, I’m glad my man- a great husband and dad -is there by my side and shares the load all equal. For other families, sharing the load may mean that mom stays at home, or works part-time, or starts her own business. And dad can do the same. It’s all good.
So, ladies sing it loud: I am Woman, hear me roar!
You can bend but never break me, because it only serves to make me more determined to achieve my final goal.
If I have t0, I can do anything!
I am strong. I am invincible. I am woman.