
Well I have survived the first fortnight of being a full time working mum in a big city again. Although survived is a very loose term. Those things which I was most concerned about have all turned around to face me in headlong battles but we are making headway slowly.
Firstly and most importantly my cherubs, Miss A and Master X who have both found themselves in full time care for the first time ever have taught me, by far the greatest lesson yet. It only dawned on me recently - as I was struggling in the morning to have everyone dressed (including both shoes and obligatory ponies/dolls or teddy bears which must accompany us on each trip) , fed and me looking slightly less haggard then I felt; that time is such an amazingly critical factor in our lives. For something taken for granted, wasted and chased after so much in our lives - just a little of it can mean so much.
As I busily buzzed around the house one morning this week juggling lunches and lipstick I heard Miss A ask her brother to play ponies with her, to which he; at the tender age of seven replied "I'm just a little busy at the moment, I'll play later" It was then that I realised how many times in the past week or so I had said those words myself. I remember vividly being told similar words myself as I child and I vowed my children would never feel the insignificance and the frustration I felt. So I downed the tools and went and sat and played ponies, and listened to Master X recount the latest episode of Digimon to me and felt so much better. Just 10 minutes and everyone had relaxed and was smiling again. Did it really matter if I got to work on time 10 minutes later than I planned? No but it made such an amazing difference to our day.
Miss A is still struggling with the concept of daycare and the extended village care with family and friends. She is upset and acting out but at night when we snuggle into our family bed and when she wakes at night or in the morning calling out to us and we are there, I know each step is building her confidence in this new world for her.
The other challenge has, and will continue to be food - despite my best intentions, the sheer number of family BBQ's and most shamefully take way :-) has left both me and the kids often on a rollercoaster of highly strung emotions and kiddies hanging from the roof tops. I am completely over well meaning individuals asking me what my kids can eat and then grimacing with a "poor little things" look on their face just because I don't allow them to indulge in the abundance of artificially coloured, flavoured and preserved food. Or worse the rolled eyes and whithering stares when I produce alternatives which we use like magic cordial or preservative free bread. Seriously! I'm not out there to make their lives more difficult, just trying to preserve my sanity... but my resolve is weakening as the onslaught continues and more and more I'm hearing myself emit a "Oh whatever is fine" mumbling under my breath that I'll deal with the consequences later. Here's hoping for a better start to next week and a more organised and resolute me.
At work I faced the challenge of trying to keep my ideals alive and I am making progress slowly. In my induction week my heart soared when I heard about the amazing wealth of social justice programs available; educating and helping the poor and encouraging sustainability. On the coal face though I have found more hazards than I hoped for: my classroom has an overwhelming 'chemical' - new room smell that despite a week of airing has done nothing. I am also finding it hard to set up an online communication system rather than a paper one but the goal is there and we can work together. I am pleased to be able to instill in the minds of my students and perhaps their parents ideas on sustainability, environmental concern and consideration about the chemical environment we live in... but baby steps :-)
By far my most challenging concern is Where To Live. Gone are the days when my biggest concern was whether or not we had good water pressure and was there a bath tub. Now we are trying to balance community values and lifestyle, travel times and therefore the amount of time kids are spending in care and the stand out for me - chemical impact. Our current favourite, which fulfils all other requirements, has us with a highway literally in our backyard. The noise, while enough of an issue is not my biggest concern. The fact that the house is old and the building materials not the safest even I can deal with. I have even managed to come to terms with the fact that the owner decided to "self-treat"the termite infestation which left him "sick for days" - seriously... idiot use some protective clothing (shudder at what the house surfaces and surrounds are like so luckily it was 2 yrs ago). No the biggest sticking point was when my hubby and I started talking about the rainwater tanks. I am always saddened to see rainwater being wasted on gardens and flushing toilets when it is so beautiful to shower in and drink... until of course my ever thinking hubby said "Yeah but we wouldn't want to use this inside the house - think of all the grime and emissions that we will pick up from being so close to the road." BINGO - yuck my greatest adversary has me cornered in this house I love but a backyard that is full of chemical runoff and emission from the ever encroaching highway... ! Hmmm which is the lesser of the weavils????