I know someone read this title and was like “hold up let me click on this cause she must be talking to and or about me.”
Hello my day doesn’t end at 5! Please understand this. My work day doesn’t end at 5 and it starts around 6am when I open up my eyes. My home life doesn’t end at 5. I am a full time mom with a full time career. Let me introduce myself, my name is Quiana aka known as Mom, aka Que. I have many “careers” yep I said it many. I am a mom, a therapist (no I’m not licensed, but my for my children I am) I am a maid (not glamours…but yep that’s one of my titles) I am chef (well me and Uber eats cause um some days that is the best I can do) I am a senior director for the largest retailer in America (shout out to Walmart for giving me this amazing opportunity) I am a magician (no I didn’t mistype, really I’m a magician because some how, by some way, I show up every time when needed) I am a coach (I’m at all games, in the stands feeling as if I’m coaching. Ok so the coach may be a stretch. Probably should of led with I’m the coach in the stands at my children’s sports events…but you all get it.) I am a content creator . My sons senior year I filmed his basketball games, learned to create content, and started a Twitter just for him (y’all I sent film to Lebron James, James Harden, and anyone else’s social media handle I could find that would allow me to send dm to) I am a taxi driver (well I don’t charge a fee, and it’s for my children, their friends, their teammates but all in all I DRIVE DRIVE. Even drove a 15 passenger van full of teenage boys 10 hours to Orlando to compete in a national tournament.) I am a doctor with 24 hour availability, 7 days a week (fever, I got you, stomach ache, I’m here, heartbreak, ice cream on deck, etc, etc, etc) I’m saying all of that to say this…my day DOESN’T end at 5pm.
Therefore if you see me with bags under my eyes, if I don’t immediately respond to you, don’t think I’m ignoring you. In that moment I may be trading one title for another (going from corporate Que to mom, or mom to dr etc etc.) If I’ve had a long day at work, I don’t get to come home and go straight to bed, I have little people that aren’t so little anymore but they still depend on me. There are days I sit in my driveway for 30 minutes to decompress, because I know when I walk into the doors of my home I have to be the best version of myself for my children, and vise versa when I walk into the doors of a store, or my office, I have to be the best version of myself, not only for me but for those that are depending on me, personally and professionally. There is no one I can say tag you’re it, I’m not wearing any titles at all today! If a title is needed to worn I am the plan and the back up plan. Single parenting is parenting without a safety net.
At times you will need to have a little grace for the humans that wear many titles. Take a moment and tell them they are doing a great job. Pay it forward in the Starbucks line (you just may turn someone’s crappy day into a great one.) Take a moment and ask someone how they are doing (like really ask. Look them in their eyes and don’t accept the famous “I’m good” response.) One thing I’ve learned about humans that wear many titles, they have mastered pushing through. They have mastered doing hard better. They have mastered finding a way out of no way…every time. They have failed enough times to know that quitting isn’t an option. They are bold, fearless, and never feel sorry for themselves. They also don’t have the courage to ask for anyone to take anything off of their plate, because they’ve been juggling so much for so long that it has now become their normal. If you get the opportunity to ask a human that wears many titles, “how are you?” Please be prepared to listen, it may just surprise you that not all super hero’s wear capes.
Imperfect-me 