I was 22 years old when I started teaching. I had no responsibilities, could work all day and relax and play all night (after planning that was).
For 10 years I watched children come to school at 8am and at 3 o’clock I sent them home again. Except for parent teacher interviews I had little thought about what went on at home.
At 32 I became a parent and found out so many things I never knew before. And now I am a working mum of Dusty who is lovingly cared for by many young teachers at Day Care.
Here is what I now know, that I never really understood before having a child:
Parents are tired.
I am lucky. Dusty slept through the night from 6 months. But she is an early riser and some days she is up at 4am ready for cereal “Because it is Day time now”. But my friend Kellie has 3 kids aged 9 down to 2 and has not slept through the night for 9 whole years.
As a young teacher I never understood how hard it is to be a great mom on very little sleep. Now I have some empathy.
It took effort to get here.
As a young teacher I would get up, have breakie, get ready and head to school. As a parent I also have to get a little person ready. That is the easy part. Getting to day care takes hard work. In between ‘bottom burps’, projectile vomits, missing shoes and screaming I also had to combat peak hour traffic.