After three long MSc semesters crammed in along parenting a 3 year old boy and building new relationships, the holiday I’ve been waiting for has arrived.
I can’t even seem to work up the energy to read books for enjoyment, even though I managed to find time while I was busy with school not too long ago.
Is being stuck in a holiday rut a thing?
With all my “spare time” (jk, there is literally NO such thing as spare time when you have a toddler) I’ve been thinking and rethinking my conceptualization of Revolution.
I’ve learned that our daily lives can be Revolutionary, and that realization stands whether we aim to make the world better every day, or whether we try to better ourselves every day.
For the longest time I thought that I was given motherhood when I did not ask for it. However I realize now that even though I was not expecting to be expecting, I fought to be a mother from the moment I was expecting. I still fight for it every day.
I fight to prove to the ignorant ones that single parenting is still parenting.
And I challenge myself everyday to be a better parent.
Mothering is Revolutionary. But let’s be honest, it’s mostly mundane.
Being a parent is, of course, full of those moments one hopes for;
All the firsts,
The moments in which you realize your child is a genius,
The times they showcase their unique talents,
The times they prove to be a loving human and your heart swells.
However, most days, it’s a litany of
then finally…BED TIME.
Repeat the next day.
The daily grime of parenting a toddler along with the daily grind of a Masters program; this is the mundane Revolution.
In parenting, education, work, or whatever your daily life is,
I live Revolution.
We live Revolution.
We work to better ourselves, raise competent and compassionate humans and ultimately to better the world around us both through our work and the children we leave behind.
Tell me that isn’t Revolutionary.
PS: Writing this post was considered an interruption to my son, who considers eye contact ALL day a necessity. While writing this, I broke concentration 7 times in 12 minutes to assist in a numbers matching game. “Spare time”.