Webster’s dictionary defines the word “balance” as a state in which different things occur in equal amounts or have an equal amount of importance
But I don’t think that’s true.
I think that “balance” is just what we tell the losing team.
It’s what we tell the person, activity or group that isn’t getting our full attention.
I think it’s absolutely impossible to truly have balance in your life.
Whether you are a parent or a person without children, something always is on the lower side of the scale.
For me, I struggle with this concept.
I like to naively believe that balance is obtainable. That both of my children can feel equally loved and given the same amount of attention. That my husband can always feel wanted and appreciated at the same time that I’m trying to reach my career goals and achieve professional self-worth.
But it’s not obtainable, is it?
One of those always falls just a bit on the lower side of the scale.
Somedays it is my husband. Somedays it is me. And somedays it is my kids.
Is it possible to hold them all up with my imaginary eight hands? No. But I still try.
And still feel guilty when I can’t.
And you can tell me not to feel guilty, but I still will.
I think that’s what no one ever tells you about parenthood. Not in books, not at baby showers, not in your pediatrician’s office that first baby visit. No one tells you that when you become a parent, you instantly feel guilty.
Something always has to give. At least until I grow those extra six arms. Seriously, can scientists get on that shit?
