They told me kids grow up too soon…so I feel a little guilty right now…
Because it doesn’t seem soon enough to me…
I don’t know if I was made to pick up toys all day…have my skirt used as a tissue…field questions about witches and monsters…listen to never-ending whines about everything and anything…all as I desperately try to maintain a cool I don’t know exists and refrain from losing it completely.
I’m sitting on the couch now…because both kids are in school…and I’m supposed to be looking for a job…but I don’t want to.
I want to have my mornings to myself.
I want to be able to clean the house without anyone climbing under me or walking all over a damp floor with muddy shoes or taking all the toys out at once…undoing everything I’ve done.
I want to go to the supermarket by myself and not have to bribe anyone with candy while I try to push a cart too heavy already with only a package of tissues and a child in it.
I want to exercise without having to put a child or two in front of a screen and then shower with the door closed for once, not having to strain to hear if everyone is still alive.
I want to cook without someone reaching for my knife…insisting on helping me…tasting the tomato paste with dirty fingers…demanding to be fed NOW…and whining about how boring it is when no entertainment is provided on demand.
And then I want my kids to come home to a hot meal and a warm hug. I want to have a smile on my face and a clear mind, ready to listen to everything. I want the strength to gently change their tone and remind them how to speak. I want a clean floor to spread out on…playing games together…building castles…racing cars…with laughter. I want to help them brush their teeth…comb their hair…cuddle up with a book or two…or three…and finish the day with hugs and kisses. Then I want to sit down with my husband…my best friend…and enjoy an evening together.
This summer showed me how I am when I am in a constant state of responsibility for another person – especially little bored persons. I am not happy with how I reacted. I am full of guilt and remorse for wishing things about my children I know I don’t really mean but don’t know how much I might. Mostly, I feel guilty for wanting them to grow up already and take care of themselves.
So I’m procrastinating…and writing this instead of a resume.
I love my children. I really, really do.
I love them so much that I don’t want to ever have to compromise on how I raise them.
I just don’t have another solution.
I’m scared I’ll have to sacrifice the kind of childhood I desperately want them to have for money.
That makes me sick to my stomach.
2 thoughts on “Can’t I Be The Mom I Want To Be?”
I can relate to your emotional let down due to expectations.
Agenda agenda agenda.. Something I find so easy to get caught up in. I forget to enjoy my 8 month old daughter when trying to meet my motherly quota for the day. And it seems to all start over when I open my eyes the following day. This sickens me. Oh how much I am missing out on. I don’t want this. I don’t want to have the relationship I am already creating with my daughter. But how do I, how do we rid ourselves of expectations?
Is it okay to not do the laundry for a day? Or how about two?
What if I don’t pick up pile of toys?
If I see my daughter as a responsibility rather than an enjoyment.. I think I need to reevaluate my self. I too feel the desire to be the mom and wife you expressed. But in that am I sacrificing my sanity and potential happiness?
Do all women crave this? How do we find the balance?
Gosh…I know exactly how you feel. But your kids are lucky. Whether you work or not, they will be okay because they have a mother who is sick to her stomach over it – who doesn’t want to compromise on how they’re raised.