My children and husband were already strapped into the car, ready for a pep rally for my kids’ swim team. I hesitated to take the food out of the oven until the last possible moment. Like many parents, I often contribute food for these events to satisfy our hungry little athletes. Additionally, I have taken on the role of the primary organizer from our household, responsible for gathering everything we need when we head out.
5:56 p.m. It’s time to go.
I begin to load myself up with supplies, carefully balancing everything. The oversized, navy-and-green-monogrammed Land’s End swim bag goes on my left shoulder. Next, I turn off the oven, lift the serving spoon, and gently place it on the aluminum foil covering the large tray of pasta. Then, I slip my hands into mismatched oven mitts. Finally, I grab the warming tray and, with a swift motion, kick the oven door shut with the back of my leg—a skillful maneuver, if I may say so.
My husband, however, would struggle with this. Fortunately, he had left the side door ajar, and I use my right foot to nudge it open. Just before I step outside, I spot a pacifier on the counter. That essential piece of BPA-free blue plastic could mean the difference between a peaceful evening and a chaotic one, depending on how late the night stretches. We need that pacifier.
Okay, I’ve got this.
With a quick motion, I slide my right hand beneath the tray, attempting to balance it just right. I shake the oven mitt off my left hand and let it drop to the floor as I reach for the pacifier. I stretch and grab it.
And then it happens.
The tray tilts precariously. My instinct kicks in, and my un-mitted left hand tries to stabilize it. But then I remember—it just came out of the oven! I focus all my energy on maintaining balance.
I can manage this!
As my wrist and elbow twist awkwardly to regain control, the pan’s hot edge grazes my arm. In an instant, I cry out in pain and drop the entire dish, sending noodles cascading onto the floor.
Did that really just happen?
Staring at the mess at my feet, I surrender and let the swim bag drop to my side. In a moment of frustration, I spike the pacifier into the noodles and, for dramatic flair, grab the fallen serving spoon and toss it out the open door with a roar. (I might have also muttered a curse under my breath.)
Observing the noodles scattered in the doorway and the spoon flying through the air, my husband steps out of the car and approaches me with a blank expression. He asks, “Why were you trying to carry so much?”
After a thorough cleanup, we finally made it to the pool. As the kids ate, I recounted my noodle disaster to a neighbor, revealing the burn on my arm. In the midst of our conversation, she shared some distressing news about a recent diagnosis—a situation that would fundamentally change her life from this week onward. “I have so much on my plate right now; I just don’t know how I’ll manage it all,” she said, tears pooling in her eyes.
My husband’s question echoed in my mind: “Why were you trying to carry so much?”
Friend, it’s time to let something go.
Ladies, I have to ask: When did our arms become so full? How did we reach this point? Who convinced us that we should bear more than we can handle? I see everyone around me juggling countless responsibilities. Each of us is busy and overcommitted. We all strive to do everything, or at least feel guilty when we can’t. Over the years of motherhood, I’ve heard an internal clock ticking, urging me to take on more.
But perhaps I’ve been listening to the wrong message. In quiet moments, a different voice emerges—gentle and clear, urging me to set things down.
Right now, in this phase of motherhood, I have the strength to carry children and the various obligations that come with a young family. However, I don’t want the weight of busyness and unwarranted responsibilities to overshadow the joy I wish to embrace. I must selectively manage my to-do lists to ensure that I don’t inadvertently drop contentment, peace, or kindness as I rush out the door.
We all carry unique burdens, even if we don’t always share them. During certain seasons, we may be compelled to shoulder what life hands us, but no one can maintain that forever.
This year, I have made a resolution. I will judiciously and responsibly carry only what is essential, what I need, and what I desire. I refuse to become so overloaded that I lose sleep to anxiety and wake up feeling overwhelmed. Life already brings its fair share of challenges. For now, I will focus on holding my children’s hands and nurturing my husband’s heart.
So, if you see me putting something down, know that it’s a conscious choice. You’re welcome to join me in this journey because we simply cannot carry it all.
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Summary
This article illustrates the challenges of juggling numerous responsibilities as a parent and the importance of recognizing when to let go. It highlights the necessity of prioritizing joy and well-being over an overwhelming sense of obligation. By sharing a personal story of a chaotic moment, the author encourages readers to reflect on their own burdens and to be selective about what they carry in their lives.
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