I’m back from an amazing weekend at the beach. It was sublime! I whiled away my time, enjoying the incredibly peaceful view from my verandah. I read a book. I watched a few movies. I SLEPT UNTIL 7AM. (Believe me, in my world, that’s a proper lie-in!) It was bliss.
I have to say, going away for a couple of days without my kids felt like a real indulgence. I didn’t exactly feel guilty, but I felt like I should feel guilty. Why is that? Don’t moms deserve a break, too? The nature of my “work” as a stay-at-home mom means that I put in long days. Sometimes 16 hours long. Sometimes longer. And because I am the primary caregiver for our children, they are very dependent on me, probably in a way that is disproportionate when compared to Jesse. (Though, to be fair, Heidi is really a Daddy’s Girl.) Taking this break was not only good for me as a mom, but also for my kids. It is important for them to know that I am a person with my own needs to be met, and that they can survive without me for a couple of days.
This break was desperately needed. As all parents know, childcare is non-stop. The demand is constant, and it can wear you out. This trip to the beach allowed me to recharge, relax, and refocus myself. It offered me an excellent breather from the stress of day-to-day parenting, allowing me to return to my kids a happier, more patient mother. It gave me the chance to do some thinking about myself, about my identity as a stay-at-home mom, and about how to incorporate some grown-up time into my daily routine.
When I arrived home yesterday, my kids were as thrilled to see me as I was to see them. They went on and on about their super fun weekend with Daddy, spent going to play dates and the Concours d’Elegance at the Racecourse. They listened to me tell stories of swimming at the beach and snorkeling in the coral caves of the “Africa pool” (this was the highlight of my weekend, and deserves its own post!). They gave me huge hugs, and told me how they had missed me. It was a wonderful feeling, and it’s good to be home… 🙂