Motherhood is a peculiar journey. It’s hard to find another role where you find yourself obsessively monitoring another person’s habits, like their toilet training, while simultaneously debating the correct way to put on shoes. Yet, it’s also fundamentally natural—if it weren’t, humanity would have long since perished. This blend of absurdity and normalcy highlights the many contradictions of being a parent. For instance…
Desiring time alone, yet feeling lost when they’re gone.
I can recall countless moments when I yearned for just a few minutes of peace and quiet. As much as I adore my children, there were times when I felt like I might explode if they asked for one more thing. Then came the rare occasion of a vacation without kids. Ironically, I spent the first day of freedom missing them so intensely that I felt as if I couldn’t breathe—much like when they’re constantly by my side.
Acknowledging their flaws, but becoming defensive when others point them out.
Take, for instance, one of my kids who seems to have a PhD in whining. I can vent about it to my friends all day long, but the moment someone else dares to comment on it, we’re going to have an issue.
Disciplining at home, but feeling uneasy when someone else steps in.
As the primary enforcer of rules at home (a role that’s often less than popular), I frequently hand out consequences. However, if someone else tries to discipline my children, even if they deserve it, I become irritable. And when it’s my partner attempting to do the same, I often think he’s too severe, even if his methods might be kinder than mine.
Encouraging them to eat, except when it comes to your own food.
When my children were younger, I worried about their diet, practically begging them to eat something other than air and crumbs. Yet, the moment they expressed interest in that decadent chocolate bar I had been stashing away, I was adamant about keeping it to myself. Sorry kiddos, that’s mine!
Hoping they embrace their inner nerd, but fearing ridicule.
As I think about my children transitioning into their teenage years, I can’t help but worry. While I’d love for my son to be the quintessential brainiac—perhaps the captain of the chess club—there’s a part of me that dreads the teasing that often comes with that title. What’s worse? My kids making the same reckless choices I did as a teen or being bullied for being academically inclined? It’s a tough call.
Feeling overwhelmed during the day, yet cherishing their peaceful slumber.
There are days—especially during long school breaks—when my kids seem to bicker non-stop from the moment they wake up until they go to bed. I often fantasize about how quiet things would be if they just stopped. But as I check on them after they’ve fallen asleep, the frustrations of the day fade away, revealing their sweet, innocent faces. I feel so fortunate to have them… until they wake me up claiming they “can’t sleep.”
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In conclusion, the complexities of motherhood are as vast as they are contradictory, making every moment a unique blend of joy and challenge.