It’s 2:36 PM as I start this blog post. I like to post between 3 and 4 PM, so it goes without saying that I am behind. If I was a good blogger, I would already have this done and edited a week ago. Or, at least, I would know what the heck I’m going to write about. I don’t. That is, I didn’t. I was just sitting down to come up with things at about 1:30 when my four year old came over and asked me to play with him. This is typical of four year olds. They want your attention most when you are trying to concentrate on something not related to them.
No doubt, being a mother is hard
It’s difficult to give everything the attention it deserves. If you are a frenetic creative type like me, it’s worse because you are in a constant struggle to manage your time and stay on task, all the while leaving a trail of half-finished projects in your wake. About the time you decide buckle down and get something done, you realize that you forgot to dress, feed or make note of the relative location of one or both of your offspring. I swear my four year old has happily gone whole days in his pajamas subsisting only on Fruit Loops. I will win no parenting awards, I guess.
And running a business to being a mother and it gets even more challenging
I managed to put off my 4 year old long enough this afternoon to get a few orders ready to ship (as I recall, he was bouncing a large ball off of me most of this time), so by the time I got to the blogging bit of my business day, I had really used up a great deal of my stalling capital with him. If I ignored him any longer, he was going to resort to psychological warfare (Read: Epic level whining and destruction) to get what he needed – which was my undivided attention. I was in the zone and didn’t really want to take a break, but after a quick assessment of the pros and cons of the situation, I acquiesced to a rousing game of Old Maid.
He beat me. Twice. Then he asked to do a little reading and after that, he moved on to playing by himself. Sum total, the detour into preschool entertainment lasted 15 minutes. I probably lost more time during the shipping process with the ball bouncing off my head than I did with brief and intentional interlude of undivided attention I gave him. He’s been off doing his own thing now for the entirety of the time I have been writing this post
Undivided focus is powerful
I’m scattered a lot of the time. It’s my nature. Lots of stuff going on. Lots of things clamouring for my attention. Today reminded me that everything goes much better when you can give it your undivided focus. It’s more important than following the schedule really – especially when you are a mom. You can’t always predict who or what is going to need you when, but you can save yourself grief by not fighting to remain on task in situations where it is impossible. Give whomever or whatever needs you your attention in a sincere and concentrated way, so that you are then free to move on with the same intention to the next thing.
Me, I finished a blog post without being interrupted. I call that a win for the day.