Mothers Are The Ultimate Multitaskers
Recently, I was reading a post by a woman in which she explained how she had judged all of the mothers that she had worked with before she herself had become a mother. She “rolled her eyes at mothers that couldn’t make it to last minute drinks” and she questioned the mother’s commitment even though she would arrive to work on time the next day while the author and her colleagues would roll in two hours late and hungover. The author sat in interviews where female candidates were asked how they would cope with being away from their children all day while the males in the group wouldn’t even be questioned along those lines. She goes on to have an epiphany when she herself becomes a mother and then asks that all other judgmental women without children stop and be supportive.
This made me wonder what this woman thought of her own mother.
I grew up in a single-parent household, though I wouldn’t say that only a single-parent raised me. My mother’s side of the family is a close-knit 70 or so people and that’s who raised me. My mother was raising three girls while working full time. We would even be shuttled down to her office on the weekends with her to play in the aisles between cubicles while she got her work finished in her office. No one else would ever be in the office, but my mother was. Growing up, I never thought much of it. We loved going down there. She worked for Mead, a paper company, and there was always plenty of stationary everywhere to play with, not to mention the jars of candy that people left on their desks. I won’t lie, we snuck a few pieces here and there and we left pictures and “presents” tacked on to people’s cubicle walls. My mother always tried to put everything back the way it had been, but years later she mentioned one time that every Monday after we’d gone down to the office with her, someone would inevitably find a “gift” left behind, the “gift” was always a mess of some sort.
My mother was a cook, a baker, an office manager, a driving service, an accountant and a one woman cleaning service. She was the time-keeper, the overseer, the counselor and the teacher in our house. She took over punishments and rewards and the hugs and the kisses. She took time to read to us at night and play games with us outside. She planned birthday parties and family get-togethers. She gave us bowl haircuts and tucked us in to bed and woke us up in the morning to feed us and get us out the door for school. What didn’t this woman do? Of course, in my head growing up, there wasn’t anything she couldn’t do. Hero is an understatement and I would like to think that most people feel this way about their mothers.
As a new mother, I am certainly learning how to make it all work but, having the mother that I do makes me know it’s all possible.
I can now feed my baby, myself and send emails at the same time. I can run a small business, work as a freelancer for a company with weekly Wednesday deadlines and still cook dinner. I can run meetings out of cafes and all of it gets done even more efficiently because I know I only have so much time to do any of it. I have a half hour here and there to get my work done during the day while my baby sleeps which means I’m not playing games on my phone or wasting time watching TV. I use the two hours in the evenings before I go to bed to finish up everything I started during the day and then the next day I do it again. I’m lucky to have a supportive husband in the mix, but really, mothers are the ultimate multitaskers and what company or manager wouldn’t want to hire a super efficient person that can work under deadlines?