Okay, let me lay the ground work here. My guy–The Geek–works with robots for a living. (The probably surprises no one since his nickname is The Geek.) In particular, he works with First Robotics, which is an organization whose goal is to turn robots (ie. science and technology) into a spectator sport for high school students to participate in.
This past week, the kids and I went with The Geek to the First Robotics World Championship. Picture 10,000 high school students screaming their enthusiasm. For science and engineering. It’s pretty freakin’ cool. I always get excited when I see teens excited about their learning.
But here’s the other thing that’s cool about going to events like this. My hubby is kind of a rock star there. When I introduce myself to strangers at these things and mention his name, people’s eyes light up. “Oh. Wow! Yeah, I know him from …” It’s very cool to see how valued he is within that community. It’s doubly awesome because it’s a cause I believe in. He’s doing great things for the world and it makes me so proud! (And these kids! Wow, are they impressive! If you’re not familiar with First, you should totally look it up.)
When the kids and I go to these events, it’s mostly just to be supportive of The Geek. Sometimes, whole days go by when don’t even see him. Sometimes we’ll catch a meal or two with him. And I love that the kids get to see their daddy shine.
Despite all the wonderful things about going to things like this, there is a weird side effect. I end up feeling a bit invisible.Like I’m drowning in my role as mommy. This past week, I was wife and mother (and even daughter and granddaughter, ’cause I visited my grandmother first), but I wasn’t a writer at all. The huge thing that’s normally a huge part of who I am, got caught in the undertow and disappeared completely. This week, I was barely a writer at all. It’s weird for me. I came home feeling exhausted and bit unbalanced.
The good news is, next week, I’m heading out to Romantic Time’s Booklover’s Convention. I’ll get to be the writer 100% of the time. That too will be exhausting, but in a different way. But for now, I’m still drowning in mommy.
How do you find balance when you travel?