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with Amy Urquhart

I’m Amy and I’ve spent the last three years trying to strike that perfect balance between being a wife, mom and professional career woman. I’ve decided that I’ll never perfect the art of “having it all”, but this blog is a chronicle of my attempts to continue to do so. I’m a blogger (my personal blog about Canadian home life is Hearts into Home), gardener, college instructor, wife to Graham and mom to Nate. If you’re also a working mom who finds there just aren’t enough hours in the day, I hope you’ll enjoy this column!

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Mama Drama: Kryptonite for Working Moms

Categories: Parenting, The Juggle


My preschooler has been having a bit of what I call “Mama Drama” lately, usually right before bed (when she knows I have to log on and work from home once she’s asleep) or when I drop her off at school (when she knows I’m leaving so I can go to the office). It starts with a long sad look, shoulders drooping, glancing sideways to see if I’ve noticed. If I seem not to have, she adds a snuffle and a sniffle, sometimes wiping her (dry) eyes for dramatic effect.

You know the effect Kryptonite had on Superman? Well, for this SuperMom, Mama Drama does the same thing. It kills me.

If I don’t seem sufficiently killed, though, she takes it to the next level: lip trembles, sniffles increase, and her huge brown eyes overflow while she looks like she’s heroically trying to hold back the tears. And then she starts explaining it all away — “I’m just tired,” “I feel shy,” “I was afraid you were going away.” At this point, my Fortress of Solitude is wrecked and I just want to fall apart myself, even though she doesn’t know it.

Today, it started at school, while I was taking my toddler to his daycare classroom in the same building. She came over to the door between the two classrooms, and I must not have been paying attention, what with holding a squirming 19-month-old on my hip and trying to talk to the teachers and put everything in his cubby and all, because she was already at the tears-welling-over stage and was moving into the full-on Mama Drama stage: the explanations.

“Mama?” she quavered. “I just feel too shy for school today.”

I wanted to tell her to buck up; she loves school! She loves her friends! She adores her teachers! We do the same drop-off five days a week and she’s always been fine with it! I can understand not wanting to go to bed but, hey, come on, this here place is fun!

I handed my toddler off to his teacher and turned to my little girl, but one of her teachers had gotten to her first. As I was about to explain that this was just Mama Drama — she’s fine, she’s not sick, she slept well, she scarfed down her breakfast, blah blah blah — he knelt down and looked her in the eye and gently asked her what was wrong.

“I’m just… shy… today,” she sobbed, turning away from me. I could have left then, I suppose, since she wasn’t focused on me anymore, but I was too busy being killed.

“But you were a little shy yesterday, right? And you got better, right?” he asked her, voice all soothing and rational, speaking quietly so she had to stop crying in order to hear him. My quip about Mama Drama got stuck in my throat.

“Right?” he asked again. She agreed.

“So you’ll be all better today too, right?”

She agreed again. And gave him a hug and skipped off to play.

He got up, winked at me, and went back to the kids in his classroom. And I left for work, feeling like the least patient, least compassionate, worst mother in the world, but grateful that she has such caring, calm, and kind teachers (who, thankfully, are immune to Kryptonite).

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6 comments so far...

  • OMG, we’re going through this right now. It’s brutal, it’s breaking my heart. Yesterday my daughter ran after me after I left her classroom, hugged me, then looked at me with you know, THOSE eyes, and said: “Mommy, do you know how much I will miss you today?”

    Nataly  |  June 12th, 2008 at 8:30 am

  • My son gives me this, too, but usually it’s before the ride to daycare, so we struggle getting him into the car. His favorite phrase is, “But I don’t LIKE school, I want to stay with YOU.” Sigh. Kills me. Until he recently added, “I think I might have a little cold today.” Sneaky, at this age!

    Your daughter’s teacher sounds great, and interesting that he’s male! That seems unusual to me.

    Lee  |  June 12th, 2008 at 10:02 am

  • Wow - I’ve been there soooo many times… Just try to keep it all in perspetive. Sigh…
    At least the teacher seems to handle the whole mama drama well.

    BlapherMJ  |  June 12th, 2008 at 1:41 pm

  • Oh, thank God my husband does the drop off and I do the pick up. I just would not be able to handle Mama Drama. I am decidedly not immune to kryptonite! LOL. I love the pick up though, except when she’s having so much fun that she doesn’t want to come home with me…

    Robyn  |  June 12th, 2008 at 4:44 pm

  • Interesting dicussion about this going on in the comments on Shine:

    Lylah  |  July 24th, 2008 at 1:53 pm

  • [...] I got hit by a drive-by online last week by someone who has never met me before. My post about my preschooler and how her “Mama Drama” slays me sparked this lovely comment: “Wouldn’t it be easier to stay with your toddler and give [...]

    Shrapnel from another “Mommy Drive-By” - The 36-Hour Day - Work It, Mom!  |  July 31st, 2008 at 12:04 am

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