
I have just emerged from a particularly challenging few months of parenting. The transition to daycare and back to work after maternity leave, with a barely one-year-old.
It was brutal. My son spent two months either crying on drop-off, or crying from the up-teenth sickness he'd contracted from the place I was dropping him off to.
I spent my days feeling like a shit parent, and a shit worker. I'd scroll through the daycare app feeling the guilt surge through my body when every photo was of a grim little dude either being held by an educator (because he wouldn't let them put him down), or sadly sitting amongst other kids as they participated in paint/play/circle-time.
I am on the other side now. My son is happy and thriving at daycare, and is sick on a much less disruptive basis. Meanwhile, I finally feel like I can concentrate while I am at work and get into the groove of my new reality.
My friend, Emma, has just entered a different parenting pain-point. The transition to big school and 9-3pm hours, which clash horrifically with most regular 9-5pm working hours.
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While my struggle was relatively short-lived, Emma is staring down the barrel of years of compromise, confusion and frustration as she tries to navigate a system that we know doesn't work.
But don't worry. What I endured, and what Emma is enduring are just 'seasons.' A difficult season of parenting that will eventually pass, or work itself out.