There's something that's been bugging me for a while. 6 years to be exact.
"Enjoy every minute of it because it goes by so fast."
"Enjoy it now because they won't always be this little. And you're going to miss it."
"Enjoy them while they're little."
"It's so much easier when they are little. When they are older is when it's really hard! So enjoy it now"
etc, etc, etc.
They are well meaning comments. I know that. I really do. But the fact of the matter is, they aren't really helpful. In fact, for me, nothing is harder to hear when I'm having a hard time then "Enjoy it now."
Why is it hard to hear? Because it makes me feel guilty! I don't enjoy it when my kids scream their heads off at each other. I don't enjoy it when they fight over every.single.toy. in the house that no one was interested in playing with until one kid happened to pick it up. I don't enjoy taking my kids to the store and having them have a complete meltdown because I said "no" to something they wanted. I don't enjoy having an audience for EVERYTHING I do. (I've always wanted to be an actor and having an audience enjoy my work, but this isn't exactly what I was shooting for). I don't enjoy fighting to get my 1st grader to do homework that he doesn't want to do because he's already been gone for 8 hours and he just wants to play. I don't enjoy it when my kids repeatedly reject dinner because "they don't like" something they've never even tasted.
So when someone comes along and tells me to enjoy every minute, and I know I don't and won't enjoy every minute, I feel guilty. It makes me feel like I'm doing it all wrong. And someone is always around to tell me that something I'm doing is wrong, so it just gets put on the list of "All the Things I'm Doing Wrong as a Mom." It's a long list. I already feel guilty for a lot of other things. I don't need to feel guilty for not enjoying all of it, too.
But it goes beyond the guilt I feel when someone says it. When someone tells you that "this is nothing" and to "just wait until they're older" because that's when it's really hard, it invalidates your feelings. It's hard to basically be told that your feelings are invalid. Because your feelings ARE valid. No one can know exactly how you feel but you, and when someone is basically telling you that what you are feeling is wrong, it hurts.
I will always remember when I told someone that I am always told to enjoy it now because it gets so much harder when they're older she basically said "That's not fair. They're both hard. They're just hard in different ways. But it's still hard." I can still hear her saying that to me when other people tell me differently, and I'll forever be grateful for it!
So my plea to you...all of you that have passed this particular phase in your life where you have young kids, is to please remember. Please remember how it felt to you then. Please remember how it felt to always have someone on you. Please remember how it felt to constantly be asked for juice, or a snack, or a show. Please remember how it felt when your kids fought all day long. Please remember how it felt to be up several times during the night with a baby, and to then have to get up and face the day with all of your young children. Please remember how it felt to try to talk and reason with little humans who don't even know how to fully express themselves or their wants. And remember how it felt to just feel so overwhelmed with it all and to feel like it would never end (even though you knew it would).
And when you remember that, and then you hear a mom of young kids struggling, don't automatically tell them to enjoy it or tell them how much harder it is later. Instead, it would be so meaningful for that mom to hear "I know! It is hard!" and to just get some sympathy and understanding from someone who's been there and done that. Because we know that it goes fast and that we'll miss it (well, as much as you can know when it hasn't actually happened but do know it does happen). And we do know that there will be lots of huge trials when they are older (I'm already stressing about those days)(plus, I was a teenager/young adult once, and I remember what I was like. yeesh! Not looking forward to being the one to deal with that!). But what we need to know is that we shouldn't feel guilty and our feelings our valid, and we aren't the only ones who haven't enjoyed every moment of it, and that everything will be ok. We will continue to enjoy the good, but we want to not feel bad about not enjoying the hard stuff, too.
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
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5 comments:
my new response to these comments is " you promise?" :)
I just wrote the most eloquent, thoughtful, helpful and real comment ever of all time, and somehow it got lost during publishing. So sad you missed it!
Ok. Ok. It went something like this...
No. It was too long, I'll sum it up...
5% of motherhood makes up for the other 80%.
What were we just talking about? {Gaping yawn}
The best support for this mom in the trenches is another mom in the trenches. The more, the merrier.
Memories of mothering must be like memories of child birth... We have to block the impossibly hard stuff out because our specie's survival depends on it
And before anyone judges me and my outlook as sad, don't. I adore my kids. I have moments everyday when i notice how little they are, how sweet their voices are, how much i love their snuggles and wish i could bottle up one day a month so that one day, when I'm feeling rested and a little lonely and under-needed, i could unbottle january 20, 2015 and snuggle my babys and kiss their little toed and smell there hair- all those things that are totally normal now and will be totally awkward later. I'm just saying, it's hard. Even on the good days. Today, I'm in survival mode, but still able to enjoy the 6yo and 4yo voices on the other side of the wall from where I'm taking a tub.
So i guess what I'm saying is, don't worry, be happy. This too shall pass. Choose to see the positives. We can't all be as perfect as me. What was i saying?
O right. Love ya. You're awesome.
Love your face :)
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