It’s tough to be in the trenches of parenthood. I know I’ve wrote about this before but I was reminded of my trench work again this morning when I dropped my son off at preschool and no one was there. We are NEVER the first one to arrive. I had forgot he had a field trip that was meeting off-site. Luckily, his teacher was there and he went with her.
Wake up. Workout. Breakfast. Kids to school. Work. Preschool field trips. 4th grade field trips. Work. After school track. Dinner. Baseball practice. Basketball drills. High school golf. Work again. Bedtime. Wash and repeat.
In the trenches. That’s where we are. You get it, right? With two working parents and 4 boys we are beginning to feel what it means to be DEEP IN THE TRENCHES. And you know what? I love it. I missed one of my Husband’s big work parties for our son Dylan’s baseball game tonight and I don’t regret it one bit. It’s one party. My son will only be 10 for a year and what if I missed a grand slam? I am doing my best to be grateful for these moments. I am doing my best to pursue my career goals and continue my professional development, all while raising respectful and independent young men.
I hope by sharing my thoughts I will encourage you to enjoy the moment. Sacrifice for your kids. Pursue your career. And ask for help when you are in the trenches. Chances are, others around you are too and you can share the digging.