Adulting Gets Easier When You Accept That You'll Drop The Ball

Balancing a career, parenthood and the rest of your life is more about grace than the relentless attempt to constantly prove yourself worthy.

01/02/2018 14:15 EST | Updated 01/03/2018 14:00 EST
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When I returned to work after maternity leave with my third baby, I practically ran out the door, eager to untether myself from a life of domesticity (at least for a few hours!). I eagerly embraced my newfound hours of independence, intellectual stimulation and a break from the constant demands of young motherhood. I was excited to drink hot coffee at last!

But the novelty quickly wore off, much like the custom-painted "#1 Mom!" mug, turned stark-white after an accidental run through the dishwasher. With all the glitter washed away, I was left with the reality that motherhood does not get left at the door when I walk out. The demands are virtually the same, crammed into fewer hours.

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In a previous blog, conflicted about leaving my last baby at home, I wrote, "I want ALL THE THINGS. I want to be supermom, fit mom, career mom, business woman, wife and my own person," thinking that going back to work would magically accomplish all of this. The truth is, doing #allthethings is fucking hard.

Do you ever just feel like you're faking it? Fake it 'til you make it, they say. I have an established family, career, home, I am almost done my graduate degree — I think I've made it? But I can't help but feel I am still faking it in all of these roles. I read a meme on social media the other day: "You know you're an adult when... you pick up the ice cube instead of kicking it under the fridge." Well, shit. You do not want to look under my fridge. Or my oven. You better also steer clear of my bathroom.

Maybe a happy life is not about tick-boxes of achievements and outwardly having your shit together.

I am a successful 33-year-old woman by most accounts. I should be an expert at things by now! But, I gotta ask: when does adulthood kick in? I think I have done all the things I am supposed to do. Why does it feel like I am constantly dropping the balls? One kid is forever being neglected, I haven't been to the gym in weeks, my husband is likely seriously questioning his choice of "roommate," laundry is piled in every corner, I am surviving grad school with pint-sized mentors: does reading statistics textbooks to my kids also count toward their reading logs? Balls dropped. Some I can't even find anymore. They're likely under the fridge with the damn ice cubes!

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Adulting is hard. Being a mom of three is hard. Being a wife is hard. Being a nurse and an educator is hard. Being a student is hard. Dreaming big dreams, and wanting #allthethings is the easy part. Now my priorities have to focus on making a happy life.

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Maybe a happy life is not about tick-boxes of achievements and outwardly having your shit together. Maybe adulthood isn't about trying to juggle all the balls in a half-assed attempt not to drop any, fumbling as you go, and chasing the little effers you kicked under the fridge. Maybe it's about having the humility to say, "I can't do all of this alone, if any of it is going to get done well." Maybe it's about setting your ego aside so you can set down some of the balls. Here, can you carry this for me? I've got some heavy gonads to carry today. (#Delegation!)

Maybe adulting and doing #allthethings is more about acceptance and grace than the relentless attempt to constantly prove yourself worthy. Maybe this is the magic moment you become an adult, you've made it — when you accept life at face value and push on proudly.

Adulting is hard, and some days I am just exhausted and broken trying to hold it all together. On those days, and most others, I'm going to keep kicking ice cubes under the fridge. One less box to tick!

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