According to a very famous philosopher best known as Jay-Z: “30 Is The New 20.”
Well, I guess that’s why he’s a rapper and not a philosopher because no, 30 (as much as we want it to be) is not the new 20.
I am 26. I am in that contradiction of an age where you are
young enough to go out but too exhausted to. Or maybe I’m just too
exhausted to. Maybe 30 is the new 20, if you don’t have a child.
I am a mother of one — a baby who just hit one years old. I
study my son as if he’s an alien, baffled by his energy as he runs in
circles. I am so tempted to ask him for his secret but he can’t talk
Between work and my son, I wonder: can I still maintain my friendships on top of it all?
Sadly, while I’m in the midst of a demanding
five-days-a-week work schedule, then coming home to eat dinner with dada
(yes, that has officially become my partner’s name), feeding dinner to
Carter and then attempting to keep my eyes open for Game of Thrones, my friends get lost in the middle. It doesn’t help that my iPhone gets taken by my child as soon as I walk through the door.
Hi, my name is Courtney and I am an hours-late-text-message-responder.
As I have to bail or reschedule on a friend yet again, I
wonder: “can a woman really have it all?” The times I do manage to get a
phone call in, my son (aware that he doesn’t have my sole attention)
freaks and comes over to my ear to yell and cry until I say, “I’ll have
to call you back.”
So, let’s be clear, I don’t get to text or get to make calls, so how am I supposed to maintain my friendships?
The only phone you will be acquainted with as a mother.
I receive a text message… “I’ll have to respond later, its bath time.” My phone rings… “I’ll have to respond later, don’t want to talk and wake Carter.”
Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m doing it wrong, I wonder.
If I can’t even get a phone call in, how do I even get
outside? One of my best friends from childhood and I have been trying to
plan a dinner date for weeks since we never get to see each other and
live in the same town. Both of us keep having to reschedule due to, well, life.
For those mums that have more than one kid, I mean this sincerely: bless you (and please also leave me some tips)!
In the invisible competition that mums have with each other,
I am losing in the multitasking department. I really need to finish
this article but I’m being pulled in yet another direction…
But again, I breathe a little bit easier when I remind myself 30 isn’t the new 20. This was originally published on the Huffington Post and has been republished here with full permission.
Courtney Carter: Television journalist and writer. Pop culture encyclopedia.
Over to you: are you the ‘worst mum friend’? How do you maintain friendships now that you’re a mum?