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This is the hat.

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But first, I need to tell you about last Wednesday.

It was a busy day.

I had to be in to work downtown early because, well, it was a truncated day.

I had a lunch meeting at Carleton University for a board I volunteer on.

Then mandatory training at Tunney’s Pasture from 1:00-4:00.

And last? I was pretty sure I had to pick the kids up early – by 4:45 – in order to get to the gym, get them in playcare, and meet with my life coach for 5:00.

You know, that person who helps me figure out how working motherhood at this stage can somehow, well, WORK.

I hadn’t gotten the usual appointment reminder. Which was weird. So I sent her a reminder.

My husband was on late shift. With one shared downtown parking spot, this usually means I’d be bussing home to grab the second car to make daycare pickup. But there was no way I was making the day work without a car, so he agreed to cab home and I had the car.

I had notes for my lunch meeting, training materials and a gym snack for the girls and was out the door for work by 7:00am.

Rockin’ working parenthood!

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Efficient morning at work.

Hadn’t yet heard from my life coach so I sent a follow-up email.

I was out of the office in time to get to the parking garage and drive to Carleton.

Because, I got this.

I arrived at the parking garage to discover my car had a flat tire.

But I have an air pump in the car.

Because:

Links to AWESOME source.

Links to AWESOME source. And I’m all these people but mostly that last guy in tights.

Until the tire failed to inflate.

I’d done everything right to make the day work.

How on EARTH is it fair that it didn’t?

So alone, four levels underground, with a flat and no cell service, I lost it. I berated myself about my clear failure to have it all and make it all work.

For about two minutes.

Then I got in the car and drove four blocks to the nearest Midas on Bronson.

At Midas, following a somewhat stern lecture about not driving on a flat (how else was I suppose to get there in under 10 minutes?) because it would ruin the obviously already ruined tire, they checked the tire while I emailed Carleton to say I was missing the meeting due to a flat (honest!) and called Tunney’s to inform them I might be late and to ask how “late” was okay to not have to re-book mandatory training.

Midas put the spare on, congratulated me on not destroying my rim, and $9 and 30 minutes later I was en route to Tunney’s.

Made training on time and lasted until break when I could grab a sandwich for late lunch.

I also then sent email #3 to the lifestyle coach to say if I didn’t hear back by 3:00 I’d assume we were re-scheduling.

I made it home prior to daycare pick-up with time to spare. Given radio silence from gym I took ten minutes to change into park clothes so I could take full advantage of my “free hour” and take the kids to the park seeing we had a snack packed already.

In that moment of calm I finally thought to check my spam folder.

And there were all the “yes we’re still on”, “have you gotten this?”, “trying from a different account, please confirm” messages.

Off to daycare and notwithstanding my 3-year-old’s need to take a moment to inspect the “sooo cute new little tire!” I was only about 10 minutes late.

My coach asked how I was doing.

So I described my clusterfuck of a day.

After I was done:

Her: So you just had that small moment at the car?

Me: Pretty much. Then I got over myself and fixed it.

Her: Seems you handled it pretty well.

Me: But I still lost it.

Her: Remember the hat?

No. I hadn’t.

Back in February I’d told her about the hat.

It was a Sunday.

I’d made it through the whirlwind that was the week and spent Saturday dutifully grocery shopping, momming, and cleaning.

Sunday afternoon came and I’d planned to do the gym with the girls. Workout for me while they hung in playcare, then swim. Everyone wins.

All ready to go except…

… we couldn’t find my eldest’s hat.

And that was it.

I refused to leave before we found it. Tore the house apart searching for it. Berated myself for living in the squalid mess that allowed us to NOT FIND MY CHILD’S WINTER HAT in February.

I remember them staring at me. I knew I’d lost it. I knew they knew I’d lost it. And I still couldn’t stop until I’d found that hat. Finding it would mean I was back in control. Not knowing where it was signified I was clearly failing at everything.

I eventually found it but missed my workout. We drove to the gym to go swimming anyway. I remember sitting in the change room drinking tea asking my kids to give me a minute.

Bless them for quietly watching TV while I got my shit together.

I remember when I first described the incident to my coach how focused I was on how my behaviour impacted my kids. The poor example I’d given them as to how to (absolutely not) manage difficulties. How I slowly deplete myself all week at work/in public and leave the worst of me for the people I love most.

Instead, she focussed on how I was treating myself.

Her: Would you let anyone else treat you the way you treated yourself that afternoon?

Me: Of course not.

Her: Then stop it.

Easier said than done.

But crucial.

When I am kinder to myself, I am kinder to others and more patient with my kids.

When I am kinder to myself, a virtuous circle of awesome starts and self-perpetuates.

The message I took away from last Wednesday? I’ve come a long way from the hat.

So cut myself some slack.

Let go of the stuff that doesn’t matter. The house will get messy. That isn’t some deeper statement about my value or success as a person, woman or mother.

My kids had forgiven and forgotten about the hat long before we’d left the pool.

So forgive yourself.

In summary: Just be kind to yourself.


This post is part of #1000Speak, a group of bloggers who come together to blog on the theme of compassion. This month’s theme is self-compassion. Please visit other posts on the topic here.

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