The Last Supper

For five years, I sat on the board of the Timpanogos Regional Hospital. I scoured hospital reports, I said “aye” when voting to approve the medical credentialing, and I had a lovely dinner once a year with the entire board and spouses. This past Christmas shindig was also the end of my hospital journey. With a baby coming and a busy business to raise, I have to be more realistic about my plate — my figurative plate, that is. My actual plate at this La Jolla Groves party was as full as could be. Just the way this hungry momma likes it. Keith Tintle, the CEO of Timpanogos Hospital, gave me a lovely thank-you speech and beautiful award. For a brief moment, I almost considered staying on the board so I could maintain my relationships with this great group of people.At the festive party, I sat next to Jeff Alexander (of Alexander’s Print Advantage) and his lovely wife. Throughout our multi-hour meal, our conversation spanned the gamut — including why we blog. I told this Provo couple I wanted to share the realities of being a hands-on mother while also being an entrepreneur. I told them I get asked to speak in university settings a few times per year, and the females always seem intrigued because they haven’t seen many women try to wear both hats. I wanted to give insight into the challenges, rewards, sacrifices and blessings of being a somewhat-stay-at-home mom while also donning high heels and handing out business cards. But as the words spilled out of my mouth, I felt like a hypocrite. My blog hasn’t come close to accomplishing the grandiose purpose I was explaining to the Alexanders. The truth is, I spend more time answering e-mails than answering to my blog goals. I spend more time snuggled up with my first-grader while she confuses “then” and “when” than I do sorting through photos for my next post. Maybe there’s a reason there aren’t many visible role models for women trying to “do it all.” The truth is, we’re too busy to do it all. And we’re definitely too busy to document how, why and where we try to do it. Which is precisely why I’m no longer with the Timpanogos Hospital. But I leave the board having compiled years of memories and measurable progress toward overcoming my fears of the medical industry (click here for what happened during my routine flu shot). And with that, I’m off to fix dinner, after which I’ll edit the roundtable for our next issue of BusinessQ. There will be no empty plates around here tonight.