Reflecting on my own childhood, I can’t help but wonder: did my parents truly have it all figured out? Was it (A) a blissful experience, (B) the result of some brain-numbing hair products I used, or (C) were they simply better equipped to handle parenting than I am? This thought struck me during one of my many mommy meltdowns, which typically unfold like this:
- I step through the front door.
- My 6-year-old immediately bombards me with a whirlwind of questions: “What’s for dinner? Can we have mac and cheese? Oh, and you forgot to send in money for the class winter celebration. Riley took my Rainbow Loom! Can I go to Maisie’s house tomorrow?”
- My 10-year-old chimes in, “I hate mac and cheese! Can we have chicken? That’s my Rainbow Loom, not hers! She punched me! Oh, and I need poster board for my project tomorrow!”
- My husband casually mentions he has a last-minute work meeting and has to leave in 15 minutes.
In what feels like an instant, chaos erupts. The kids are bickering, I’m yelling at them, and my husband is now directing his frustration at me for raising my voice.
When I think back to my parents, I don’t recall them ever appearing overwhelmed by the pandemonium. Both of them worked full-time, yet they managed to raise us without the distractions of the internet or smartphones. I didn’t text them when I was ready to come home; they simply trusted that I’d be waiting at the designated pickup spot. Family dinners were a nightly affair, sans microwave, and shopping trips involved physically taking us to stores once a season—an excruciating experience made even more tedious by the absence of instant entertainment.
Despite the conveniences I have at my fingertips today, I often find myself frazzled. What will my children remember about their upbringing? Will they recall the moments I broke down in tears from stress or the times I lost my cool? Or will they remember the cuddles, the affection, and the daily efforts I make to bring a smile to their faces?
Will my daughter cherish the early mornings we spent watching the royal wedding together, or the time I officiated a wedding for her Barbies? Will she fondly recall my elaborate April Fool’s Day pranks? Similarly, will my son remember the excitement on his face when I first introduced him to Nirvana or how I cheered him on at every baseball game? Will he appreciate that I held his hand as we jumped into the ocean for his first snorkeling adventure?
I may never master the art of calm and collected parenting, and I can’t shield my kids from witnessing my struggles. However, I am dedicated to ensuring that their childhoods are filled with joyful moments and happy memories. And just in case I need a little extra help along the way, I’ve saved a stash of Sun-In for their teenage years.
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In summary, while the chaos of motherhood can feel overwhelming, it’s the cherished memories and laughter that truly define our parenting journey.
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