Welcome to open post of the week where I tell you what’s on my mind (OMM), we show you what’s been going on in the MM office and we finish off by asking you to leave a comment about…..ANYTHING.
Instead of doing my usual bits and pieces post, there was one particular story that caught my eye that’s OMM. So here it is: Today I have to go on a business trip to Melbourne and I’ve been thinking all week about taking one of my kids with me. Turns out it’s not going to be possible – there are no spare seats on my flight – so I’m a bit bummed. And so is said child.
Over the past couple of years I’ve started doing quite a few interstate trips. Never long. Only a night here or there. And I’ve come to really enjoy them. I love having that zone-out time where I’m responsible for nobody but myself.
I may also possibly enjoy airport shopping but that’s a confession for another time.
This time though, I really warmed to the idea of taking one of my kids. Partly for them, partly for me. Some one-on-one time. A bit of a shared adventure.
When you work outside the home (aside: the term ‘working mother’ has become so fraught, hasn’t it? As Angela Mollard points out, there is no such thing as a non-working mother, it’s just a matter of where you work and whether you get paid for it), time with your kids is at a premium. For both of you.
So much of what I miss out on is that quantity time. The incidental stuff of life like going to the supermarket together or running around doing errands. That’s why travelling on a short trip – with a child old enough to be a bit independent – can be excellent.