Last week, I posted about one of the most obvious and often problematic issues that all of us deal with-- time management. Undoubtedly, I have a ton of tasks to complete today, especially since it is the day after a long weekend. However, I wanted to take some time to reflect a little more on this issue, since I often find this reflection time to be therapeutic in that it helps me to place this whole issue, which often seems overbearing, into perspective.
Many moms in particular might be familiar with the site "Hands Free Mama." I love her posts, and I am often moved by her writing. I read over the following post today:
http://www.handsfreemama.com/2014/10/14/a-daily-goal-with-life-changing-results/
I am often guilty of always feeling like I have to multi-task as stated in this post. I often find it hard, even on this past long weekend, to be fully present when my kids are talking to me or when they want me to play with them. I don't have to be glancing at my phone to not be fully present-- so much is always swirling in my head about the different tasks that I have to accomplish over the next week or even just what I have to get done next. To be honest, I don't like it when I cannot be fully present in the moment. I got thinking on this train of thought late last night, and I randomly remembered (might I add this is not the first time I've thought about this) that I had barely (and I mean, *really* barely) written anything in my son's baby book. My mom had bought this for me as a shower gift with good intentions, but I just never got around to entering stuff even though I had every intention of doing so. Could I blame grad school? Maybe, but of course, life just got in the way and I never made the time to do it. My son is now in preschool, and I still think of all the things that I could have, should have written down. I googled "never filled out baby book" and encountered many other guilty moms with similar sentiments.
Even after mulling over this for the umpteenth time, I think about the motto communicated in the Hands Free Mama post-- keep it simple. In this day and age, we are privileged with technology to help us remember those key moments-- smartphones, video cameras, social media sites, etc, have helped us to chronicle our children's lives in a way that our parents couldn't. Why sweat it? Just try to be present in the moment right now with our children. We could spend hours filling out a baby book but not enough time being fully present. I also read an article on Babycenter about writing a letter to your child every year on their birthday to reflect on the previous year. Honestly, this is a great practice that I would love to take up from hear on out, but I'm going to try not to stress if I don't follow through in the way that I had originally hoped.
As I try to keep following this stream of consciousness as I write this post, I want to connect the motto of the Hands Free Mama post to the title of this post-- "Semester and Seasons." Inevitably, as a grad student and/or one who teaches at any level, the seasons of the year are often marked by semesters (or quarters, depending on the system your school uses). In the northern U.S., "Fall" semester is marked by the changing leaves in all their colorful grandeur, and the gradual cooling temperatures (unless, of course, you live in New England, which likes to constantly go back and forth....grr.). The start of the Fall semester often indicates an end to summer, even though the official calendar and the overall weather often doesn't line up with this. The end of the Fall signifies holiday break; unfortunately, Spring does not begin with the onset of the Spring semester (unless you live in parts of the South/Southwest, your weather might be more like the Spring of the North). Yes, we all know this stuff, but what I'm trying set the stage for is that the changes across and within semesters along with the changes across and within seasons can often color our lives in general-- not only as students and instructors, but also our overall lives. Our moods might be impacted as the semesters and the seasons ebb and flow. Already this semester, I have often reflected on how I miss the summer; I've communicated this to my kids. Although I couldn't get much work done in the summer and was sometimes frustrated by this, I miss those key moments with my kids. Yes, I would sometimes get frustrated with them, and I was often tired, but those memories are golden. I can still make those times with my kids. I don't have to reserve those times for periods when I just can't get child care, I'm not teaching as much, etc. I ended up putting a stop button on work this weekend so that we could make some Fall memories. I need to put a stop button on multi-tasking sometimes without feeling guilty-- after all, we are not robots (I've probably said that before).
I also reflect on the need for more boundaries as an instructor. I had a student e-mail me the same note twice this weekend. I didn't respond for a few reasons. I had previously communicated to students to give me at least 48 hours to respond to e-mails. I've reflected on articles and blog posts by other professors who have set limits on student e-mails, precisely to keep a work-life balance. When I was an undergrad, this would have never been an issue, because e-mail wasn't as prevalent then. If we had a question, especially about an assignment, we had to plan ahead and speak with the instructor in person. We need time to enjoy the seasons, too, and we shouldn't have to feel guilty about it. We have responsibilities outside of school too, just like the large majority of our students do. Of course, I am often put off by students' persistence despite some of the boundaries that I've tried to set, but I need to try to not let that influence how I experience the connected moments which translate into the seasons of life with my family.
I guess this post was a bit of a ramble as I was trying to connect various thoughts that I've had in the past few days. Now that I tried to get all of that out in a semi-organized fashion, I need to concentrate on the tasks at hand. I am going to try to have a positive perspective on the rest of the semester and the changing seasons ahead; in the process, I want to be more purposeful in being focused on my kids when I am with them to make memories for each season. Also, I want to have a better outlook so that I can make a positive impact on my students as well; so I am not as frustrated because I don't have an adequate work-life balance. In addition, I want to approach my dissertation research and writing with optimism; as I mentioned in my last post, I want to continue to give it first place in my work life, regardless of the shifts in the semesters and seasons. Everything has its place and time, but each aspect of our lives needs to have its rightful place; we are the only ones who can honestly determine if every aspects of our lives is receiving its rightful place.
Many moms in particular might be familiar with the site "Hands Free Mama." I love her posts, and I am often moved by her writing. I read over the following post today:
http://www.handsfreemama.com/2014/10/14/a-daily-goal-with-life-changing-results/
I am often guilty of always feeling like I have to multi-task as stated in this post. I often find it hard, even on this past long weekend, to be fully present when my kids are talking to me or when they want me to play with them. I don't have to be glancing at my phone to not be fully present-- so much is always swirling in my head about the different tasks that I have to accomplish over the next week or even just what I have to get done next. To be honest, I don't like it when I cannot be fully present in the moment. I got thinking on this train of thought late last night, and I randomly remembered (might I add this is not the first time I've thought about this) that I had barely (and I mean, *really* barely) written anything in my son's baby book. My mom had bought this for me as a shower gift with good intentions, but I just never got around to entering stuff even though I had every intention of doing so. Could I blame grad school? Maybe, but of course, life just got in the way and I never made the time to do it. My son is now in preschool, and I still think of all the things that I could have, should have written down. I googled "never filled out baby book" and encountered many other guilty moms with similar sentiments.
Even after mulling over this for the umpteenth time, I think about the motto communicated in the Hands Free Mama post-- keep it simple. In this day and age, we are privileged with technology to help us remember those key moments-- smartphones, video cameras, social media sites, etc, have helped us to chronicle our children's lives in a way that our parents couldn't. Why sweat it? Just try to be present in the moment right now with our children. We could spend hours filling out a baby book but not enough time being fully present. I also read an article on Babycenter about writing a letter to your child every year on their birthday to reflect on the previous year. Honestly, this is a great practice that I would love to take up from hear on out, but I'm going to try not to stress if I don't follow through in the way that I had originally hoped.
As I try to keep following this stream of consciousness as I write this post, I want to connect the motto of the Hands Free Mama post to the title of this post-- "Semester and Seasons." Inevitably, as a grad student and/or one who teaches at any level, the seasons of the year are often marked by semesters (or quarters, depending on the system your school uses). In the northern U.S., "Fall" semester is marked by the changing leaves in all their colorful grandeur, and the gradual cooling temperatures (unless, of course, you live in New England, which likes to constantly go back and forth....grr.). The start of the Fall semester often indicates an end to summer, even though the official calendar and the overall weather often doesn't line up with this. The end of the Fall signifies holiday break; unfortunately, Spring does not begin with the onset of the Spring semester (unless you live in parts of the South/Southwest, your weather might be more like the Spring of the North). Yes, we all know this stuff, but what I'm trying set the stage for is that the changes across and within semesters along with the changes across and within seasons can often color our lives in general-- not only as students and instructors, but also our overall lives. Our moods might be impacted as the semesters and the seasons ebb and flow. Already this semester, I have often reflected on how I miss the summer; I've communicated this to my kids. Although I couldn't get much work done in the summer and was sometimes frustrated by this, I miss those key moments with my kids. Yes, I would sometimes get frustrated with them, and I was often tired, but those memories are golden. I can still make those times with my kids. I don't have to reserve those times for periods when I just can't get child care, I'm not teaching as much, etc. I ended up putting a stop button on work this weekend so that we could make some Fall memories. I need to put a stop button on multi-tasking sometimes without feeling guilty-- after all, we are not robots (I've probably said that before).
I also reflect on the need for more boundaries as an instructor. I had a student e-mail me the same note twice this weekend. I didn't respond for a few reasons. I had previously communicated to students to give me at least 48 hours to respond to e-mails. I've reflected on articles and blog posts by other professors who have set limits on student e-mails, precisely to keep a work-life balance. When I was an undergrad, this would have never been an issue, because e-mail wasn't as prevalent then. If we had a question, especially about an assignment, we had to plan ahead and speak with the instructor in person. We need time to enjoy the seasons, too, and we shouldn't have to feel guilty about it. We have responsibilities outside of school too, just like the large majority of our students do. Of course, I am often put off by students' persistence despite some of the boundaries that I've tried to set, but I need to try to not let that influence how I experience the connected moments which translate into the seasons of life with my family.
I guess this post was a bit of a ramble as I was trying to connect various thoughts that I've had in the past few days. Now that I tried to get all of that out in a semi-organized fashion, I need to concentrate on the tasks at hand. I am going to try to have a positive perspective on the rest of the semester and the changing seasons ahead; in the process, I want to be more purposeful in being focused on my kids when I am with them to make memories for each season. Also, I want to have a better outlook so that I can make a positive impact on my students as well; so I am not as frustrated because I don't have an adequate work-life balance. In addition, I want to approach my dissertation research and writing with optimism; as I mentioned in my last post, I want to continue to give it first place in my work life, regardless of the shifts in the semesters and seasons. Everything has its place and time, but each aspect of our lives needs to have its rightful place; we are the only ones who can honestly determine if every aspects of our lives is receiving its rightful place.
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