2005 – I’m a teacher at an inner London school vowing to stay living in the city until after the Olympics
2013 – I left London and shifted my teaching career over to Essex and married my boyfriend of 8 years. I ended up finding a school and a team I was blissfully happy to work in and my career was progressing rapidly.
2016 – Made the decision to try for a baby, it all happened very quickly and whilst I was 8 weeks pregnant, I interviewed and accepted a role as Head of School…and I moved house in the September of that year.
With a due date of the 15th December and Christmas coming and going with me crossing my legs, I was induced and gave birth on 28th December to my wonderful little man.
2017 – I went back to work 6 months after the birth of my little man and took my team through a successful Ofsted…whilst 5 months pregnant with my second child! Player number two entered the world in May 2018 and I find myself on maternity leave again with two children under 18 months – a 16 month age gap. It’s beautiful they will hopefully be so close together as they are close in age.
Now I’m in an endless loop of household chores, nappies, milestones and good days and tired, teeth-grindy days but what am I finding hardest? The acceptance of this new role and, at times, how much of my old identify ebbs away. Solution? Mentally dump in blog posts, lots and lots of walking, cherish my little men, decide how I can juggle everything with the affirmation I am becoming a better person with each passing month.
I’m not unhappy. I love my view everyday.
People ask me how it’s all going and I have no shame in saying that I am finding the adjustment really tough. I’d been independent since I was 18, supported my partner through a huge career change both mentally and financially and now it was me needing the same support. I’m not used to that in my personal or my professional life.
These blog posts will hopefully resonate with you, make you smirk, maybe some light education through the experiences of someone else and if you have or will take the time to read any of them then I am guessing you are a parent too. It’s a club that you can never have the experience to enter fully qualified, we all muddle along together. My only overarching advice so far, would be to document the little things. Suggest firmly to your partner that they take photos of you, not staged ones but the ones that capture the everyday. The love. You hear everyone say it….it’s goes too fast. It does and it will. It won’t seem it at the time.