And this all happens with the help of an incredible supportive (and also working) partner — I can’t imagine what it is like for working mothers without support systems. Squeezing in time for passion projects such as artwork or gardening or even reading a book is next to impossible. I’m not saying I want to be with him every second of every day, but I’d really love to spend some time with him without the nagging pressure of “getting back to it” swirling in the back of my head. When he wails or fusses while I’m trying to work, I sheepishly admit I resent him a little. And keeping my eyes open with him at night after spending a day in the office some days feels like an olympic feat — all of it makes it challenging to be present and really enjoy him. Instead of racking up the struggling points, perhaps we can just acknowledge it is all reall f*cking hard, and we’re all doing our best.
