There was an article I read yesterday about working mom’s drowning in stress because of the impossible to win work-life balance beat down. Back in the dream world this weekend I dreamt of this catastrophic borderline apocalyptic event that I was in the middle of and instead of searching for my family or fighting to keep them safe, I was working. Talk about a poopy pants Mama. Waking up from that one really really bothered me. I’ve been better or I felt better about balancing things out, but that dream made me think not so good thinks.
Another business article talked about failing at work is your best opportunity for growth. When I first got this management position in a male dominated industry I drove hard. It caused a riff in my marriage and I’m sure my children felt not so great feels also. I doubt failing at parenting/wifey-ing is the same opportunity. I want my kids to know that hard work pays off. I want them to know how unconditionally and impossibly I love them. Why does it need to be an either/or situation? Guilt and feeling like a failure are not the tools for mental “health”. This weekend Daddy Bear had to work and I definitely got a glimpse of failing or sucking as a single parent. Watching my husband labor to listen to me vent about how wrong everything was, didn’t feel the best either.
So now, I pray. I’m praying that God guides me to do my best. I pray that I find mental peace in all arena’s of my life. I pray, God, to make my family stronger in faith, love, and happiness together. I pray for a way to have a mentally healthy work-life balance relationship thingy in all aspects of my life so that its in service to Him and following his path.
Stay tuned…
Mentally Healthy Mama Bear in Progress 