Let me share my reasoning behind this decision.
It’s not due to spending excessive time on my appearance—after all, my makeup routine is a brisk two minutes, and I rarely touch a hairdryer. Nor is it because I was caught up in folding laundry. Today, I’m excusably late because I simply could not leave my son and the imaginative skit we were performing on the living room floor. In our playful production, Mr. Wags (the family dog dressed in a tutu) was preparing for a train trip with his preschool pals, a colorful bunch including disgruntled superheroes and whimsical fairies, to a newly constructed zoo that, of course, needed a princess tower and an animal shelter wing.
Today’s tardiness is also thanks to my decision to whip up homemade pancakes for breakfast. I was unwilling to disrupt my son’s excitement as he donned his superhero cape and created his own universe, complete with his trusty sidekick, a stuffed bear.
Childhood is fleeting, and as a sensitive soul, I’m all too aware of this fact. I find myself often reflecting on how quickly my children are growing, with pencil marks on the wall serving as stark reminders of their rapid development. These moments—no matter how ordinary—are precious, and I choose to relish every single one, free from the constraints of time.
I know this may sound absurd coming from a working mom who ought to be at her desk by 9 a.m. ready to tackle the day. But honestly, I’m exhausted from the constant rush. I refuse to hurry my children through their mornings. I want them to have the luxury of sprawling out on the floor, immersed in their imaginative play without the pressure of a ticking clock.
When my son, still in his pajamas with messy hair, asks if he can paint or create a glitter masterpiece at 7:30 a.m., I want to respond with enthusiasm. “Let’s build a volcano that erupts glitter!” “Let’s dance to our favorite tunes!” I long to be a “Mom of Yes,” but too often I find myself morphing into a “Mom of No,” the one who rushes through each task, forcing my kids along their morning routines.
It’s a struggle to balance my free-spirited nature with the demands of daily life. I often feel like an overworked guide, ushering my kids through a series of tasks before we can leave the house. From potty breaks to finding shoes, it feels like a circus act that never quite ends. And yet, despite my meticulous planning, I still find myself running late.
I’m worn out by the morning chaos, where I juggle countless items like water bottles, lunches, and the eternal search for my keys. My car? Let’s just say it’s a treasure trove of forgotten snacks and loose toys that I haven’t had the energy to clean up.
The guilt I carry is heavy. I often feel like I’m giving my children the “leftovers” of my energy, leaving little pieces of myself behind as I rush to meet the demands of the day. I yearn for a leisurely pace—a life where I can savor moments instead of rushing from one obligation to the next.
I dream of being a stay-at-home mom, someone who has the time to replace the toilet paper roll or fold laundry perfectly, like my mother did. But for now, I’ll embrace being late—excusable late.
After all, I’m just a working mom trying to love my kids as much as I can, every second I have with them. It’s a balancing act, and sometimes, that means being a little late.
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In summary, I’ve decided to release the guilt of being late. I won’t rush my children through their fleeting childhood. Instead, I will embrace each moment, even if it makes me a few minutes late.
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