As a parent, I strive to maintain a tranquil environment. Each morning, before my children awaken, I make an effort to center myself. I rise early to meditate and, on most days, I consume a glass of warm lemon water, which is said to promote gut health—though it tastes rather unpleasant. I breathe deeply, review my daily agenda, and promise myself that today will be different. I will refrain from hurrying my little ones, from exclaiming, “Get a move on!” Today, I will embody the role of a nurturing, patient mother. I can do this.
Then, my kids wake up.
Instantly, I am captivated by their sleepy faces and cozy presence; they are utterly adorable with their tousled hair and unique scents. I want to cherish these moments forever and hold on to their affection. I recognize the beauty of parenthood—it’s a truly miraculous experience.
But as soon as we begin our morning routine, things take a turn. They start to complain. Breakfast choices confuse them. Their favorite outfits are mysteriously unwashed. All snacks become “gross,” and any lunch idea I propose incites dramatic reactions. The daily hair combing, a routine they’ve known their whole lives, surprises them anew each day. They stand frozen, staring blankly into space, as if time has halted. All shoes seem to have vanished overnight. Communication between them devolves into growls, and with only five minutes until the bus arrives, I know it takes at least seven to get them dressed and ready. Their homework has inexplicably disappeared, and so have their toothbrushes. The special rock needed for show-and-tell? Also gone. At this point, I feel utterly defeated. I realize that parenting can sometimes be a chaotic ordeal.
In these frantic moments, my calm aspirations evaporate. The peaceful parent I envisioned is nowhere to be found. I am not nurturing or patient. Instead, I feel the pressure mounting as I wish for them to move quicker than a tortoise in molasses. My thoughts turn selfish—I just want a hot cup of coffee and to ensure we catch that bus. Thus, I find myself shouting, “Hurry up!” It’s as if my frantic energy becomes a catalyst that finally gets them moving.
I admire those tranquil parents who manage to arrive on time without raising their voices or expressing frustration. I don’t quite understand how they do it, but I respect their calmness. Meanwhile, I connect with those mothers who juggle different parenting methods, often falling short. The ones who might utter a curse word before breakfast, who are perpetually running late despite their best efforts. The mothers who love their children deeply but feel the urge to squeeze them a bit too tightly while waiting for them to dress. Those of us who label our chaotic energy as a “superpower” and frequently find ourselves exclaiming things like, “Hurry up!” or “Stop playing around!”—we are a community.
So, I likely won’t stop urging my children to speed up. If I did, we would probably never make it anywhere again.
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In summary, parenting is a mix of beautiful moments and chaotic challenges, and while we strive for calmness, sometimes urgency takes over. Embracing both sides can help us navigate this journey together.
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