Today the tots are twelve weeks old, which means my maternity leave is almost over. While I’m excited to get back to work and am lucky that I work part-time from home, a part of me is bittersweet about closing this chapter of my life. For weeks, every day has been about feedings, naps, spit ups and diaper changes. Now I’m adding an extra layer to all of that, and I’m scared that something will get lost in the shuffle.
Our nanny/mother’s helper started today, and she’s great (she even irons — God bless her). Having someone I trust keep the children takes so much of my anxiety away, but there’s still a part of me that wonders if I did the last twelve weeks correctly. As I reflect upon my time with the tots, I’m scared that I haven’t played with them enough, that I haven’t nurtured and encouraged them enough. It seems that I was always so focused on feedings, pumping, selfishly checking e-mail and napping, that I might have neglected them in some way.
When other people hold them, they get to experience the pure joy of infants. They make funny faces and coo. I try to do that too, but my faces are clouded by the work that’s involved. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind the work one bit, but I just want to the tots to know that mommy can be fun too, that mommy can relax and that mommy knows there’s more to life than feedings, even though I’m not sure they realize that.
I’m sure all of these feelings are normal. That’s why there’s Mother’s Day so everyone can celebrate the work and love that goes into being a mom. As I exit my maternity leave and enter the halls of motherhood, I need to figure out this balance, although I’m sure trying to crack this equation has eluded mothers for centuries. Regardless, I’m determined to give my kids all the love and nurturing I can muster plus some. That’s all I can do.