Once, I took great pride in my blog’s name, which was inspired by a moment when my son, Alex, was just two years old and terrified of many things: his room, his car seat, and even me. When he coined the term “Scary Mommy,” I knew I had found the perfect title for my blog. Fast forward to today, and Alex’s perspective has shifted dramatically. Unlike his siblings who revel in the spotlight, he prefers to stay out of it. Recently, as I prepared for a trip, he looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, “I wish I’d never named it that, because then you wouldn’t have to leave.” Talk about a punch to the gut.
These past few weeks have been exhilarating, filled with a book launch, luxurious hotels, and even a feature on a talk show. I can hardly believe I made it to the New York Times List! Yet amidst all this excitement, I find myself longing for home, clad in yoga pants, carpooling, and surrounded by the kids who inspired my journey.
Finding Balance in the Chaos
During my readings, people often ask how I manage to balance everything. The truth? Balance is the last thing I’ve mastered. When I’m busy, I feel guilty for neglecting my family, but when I’m home, I sometimes feel restless. I crave the thrill but wish I could savor it in smaller doses.
As I write this on my way to New York, I’m missing my partner Dave’s 35th birthday and skipping out on my kids’ baseball games and school performances. Sure, the hotel has a king-sized bed, but I can’t sleep well without hearing their soft breaths at night. This Mother’s Day, I find myself yearning for family time more than ever—turns out that having too little time with my kids is much harder than having too much.
Resources for the Journey to Parenthood
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Conclusion
In summary, as I navigate the whirlwind of excitement and the heavy pull of Mommy Guilt, I realize that my heart truly belongs at home with my family.