In this completely jam-packed working mom life full of love, laughter and little sleep, there is really only one thing that I feel like I am always lacking. Time. Sure, like everyone, I could always use more money, but, as a mother, time really is the most priceless item.
I mean, it’s not like I can just go earn more time. If I look out at my day and realize I need a few more hours, I can’t just go pick up some time at the store. And there are no returns on time; once it is past, it’s gone.
Time is the one thing that we all have the same of. At least at the present moment. Every day, we all have 24 hours to squeeze as much — or as little — into it. Yet, at this time of my life, as a full-time working mother, I seem to always feel like I never have enough of it.
If I make time for extracurricular activities, make time for dinner, make time for homework, make time for baths, make time for pillow talk, make time to remind them 100 times to pick up shoes and brush their teeth, then I am out of time.
But I need to make time to do the dishes, clean up the living room and wash a couple loads of laundry. Maybe even get the clothes to the dryer in time — you know, before I have to take the time to wash them again.
It’s sleeping, isn’t it? That’s what I am doing wrong? I mean, it is not like I get a whole lot of that. But, clearly, I need to just skip sleeping all together.
Just think, if I didn’t need to sleep, then I would have like six more hours a day to complete these things. Oh, what could I accomplish with that time?
The toy room would be spotless (and it has needed a good revamping for weeks now). My garage would be clutter free; old toys donated, accumulated junk thrown away, and heck, we may be even able to get both vehicles in there — something we haven’t been able to do since before we had kids.
If I had more time each day, think of all the additional books I could read my girls, all the jokes we could tell each other over and over, all the songs we could sing, and all the extra juicy school stories that I could hear and wouldn’t have to cut off because, well, it’s time for bed.
And how nice would it be to just have some time to think about old times? I would love to be able to pull out memories and reminisce about the sweet smell of my newborn baby after her bath. Or try to remember all those milestones that I never took the time to write down and that I swore I would never forget.
Yeah, I think you got your first tooth at 9 months old. But maybe it was 6 months old. For sure, your first word was “Dada.” Wait, that was your sister’s first word! Yours was definitely “Mama.” Unless it was “baba” (bottle).
But, that’s what time does. It goes by so quickly that if you don’t hold on to the moment you are in, then it is gone. The present time is really all I know I have. And it is never seems like enough.
I know, I know. One day when my babies will be grown, I will have all the time in world. It won’t be like this for long. And the years will fly by.
But I don’t want them to! In fact, I am in love with this time of my life right now — the pure fun of my daughters’ personalities, the sports adventures, the questioning of everything, the learning of letters and studying for spelling tests, and the bedtime snickers when they sing the “Baby Shark” song and replace the word “shark” with “farts.”
Yeah, this time right now is golden. Which is why I want more of it. And why, as a mom, I will physically run myself ragged to make sure that I am taking in every single second of our time together. Sometimes that means a few less hours of sleep but I am sure I will have time to catch up on that later in life.
Because, they’re right, this stage won’t last too long. My babies will grow up, toys will turn into cars, first grade will turn into college, and face-to-face conversations will turn into text messages.
And even if my babies are only 6 and 4, I am well aware that the one thing that we don’t have plenty of is time.
Sarah (Pitson) Shrader was born and raised in Lima. She is a Lima Central Catholic and Tiffin University graduate. Sarah is a full-time working mama who enjoys writing about her somewhat crazy, always adventurous life as a mother. She lives in Bath Township with her husband, Paul, and their daughters, her writing inspirations, Maylie and Reagan.