Since our move, I’ve been really excited living near a larger city. There are multiple activities and events almost every day nearby that we can attend as a family, and sometimes individually. It’s come to the point now where my kids think it’s weird that we’re staying home and request that we “go out.”
I’ve been trying to adjust my expectations here. In our old city, we stayed at home pretty much every day. We went out once during the weekend and maybe randomly once during a weekday. Maybe I’m suffering from mom guilt, or too much isolation, but after looking at our calendar recently, we’re going out almost every day, and staying home maybe once on a weekday.
It’s not unlike when I tried playing BINGO with these 12 cards. It was nuts. My eyes were darting around and it was chaos. I ended up going down to 4 after this round because I could not keep up on the long haul.
Taking advantage of all these opportunities for fun and adventure is getting to be a little exhausting for this introvert, and recently, on a drive home from yet another event, I spotted this car beside me on the passenger side of the car (Brian was driving when I snapped this).
If you look closely, the car is definitely weighted down by all those tires. Sure, it’s moving, but it’s not functioning optimally. I had a light-bulb moment and realized I felt this way with our near-constant go-go-go lifestyle.
It’s kind of hard to stop when you’re being bombarded with the message from peers and the things they plan for their children. Swimming Lessons! Preschool! Sports! Gymnastics!
One mom I recently met talked about feeling guilty that she hadn’t yet signed her children up for camp this summer. I thought about our children’s museum membership we recently got, and wondered if I needed to find another place to go.
Another mom talked about running flash card drills with her not-quite 2 year old. When she said that I totally froze and thought that I was definitely way, way behind because my 4 year old only recognizes a couple of numbers and letters.
I’ve been feeling a strong urge to pull away from all the planning and stuff, and I think getting this brochure in the mail yesterday cemented it for me:
Hilarious, right? That’s the message we’re getting nowadays. That it’s good to be busy.
I don’t want to be busy.
I realize I want to stay at home more and be more selective about the activities I take my kids to. I’m seeing that there are always going to be opportunities and that it’s okay to miss out on most of them.
I don’t think my kids will be too mad if we skip the weekly playgroup that has tons of people, because they’ll probably appreciate the smaller one we plan later in the week. They won’t be traumatized if we don’t do both. 😉
I want to give them down time and to learn that it’s okay to be “bored” and stay in and learn to occupy their time without me trying to help them fill it up with car rides all over the city.
I’m going to work on limiting our weekly activities to 2-3 a week and embrace the slower pace of life that we used to live.
Do you struggle with fear of missing out? I don’t feel too bad on myself, but I worry if I give my children “enough.” Ha, definitely a first-world problem here.