“Life can be quite challenging, can’t it?” my friend texted me last week.
“Absolutely,” I replied.
We had been attempting to coordinate a get-together for the upcoming weekend, but between the kids’ activities, travel plans, and other commitments, it seemed impossible. I miss her, and she misses me too. Disappointment hangs in the air. Yes, life can be tough.
This morning, I woke up to a bathroom sink that was leaking. The shower door had come off its hinges. One dog had managed to pee on my son’s piano book, while the other had an unfortunate bout of sickness that spread across the living room, dining room, kitchen, and family room. The day started in a frenzy with a hurried school drop-off and rushed goodbyes. I’ve felt teetering on the edge of tears all day without a clear reason. Some days just feel heavier than others.
“Parenting is a challenge,” a friend texted me this afternoon. “I feel like I’ve jumped off a parenting cliff with no safety net.”
“I feel like that most days,” I replied.
The barrage of questions and uncertainties can be overwhelming. Are they getting enough sleep? Are we reading enough together? When is it too late for a child to have a blankie or suck their thumb? Should I allow my son to play football? Are they involved in too many extracurricular activities, or not enough? With every new stage, every new dilemma, I feel as though I’m plummeting off that cliff. Most days, I’m left wondering if I’m doing enough. Parenting can be tough.
Parenting, friendships, relationships, work—life, in general, can be hard. Sometimes it feels like an uphill battle.
I realize that by voicing this sentiment—by acknowledging that life is difficult—I’m wading into murky waters. It’s not a popular viewpoint. We prefer to present our lives as being good and fine. It’s easier to reflect on struggles in hindsight, after we’ve made it through the darkness. We share our burdens only after we’ve set them down, celebrating our triumphs with a loud “Hallelujah!” because we were once lost, but thank goodness, we’re found now.
But what about those moments when we’re right in the middle of the struggle? What about when we’re grappling with the weight of our challenges, still lost, still facing the unknown? Where are the “me too” narratives during those times?
I’ve discovered that when life feels overwhelming—when I’m spiraling into doubt, fear, and frustration—I often deceive myself with the most damaging lie of all: “It’s just you. You’re all alone. No one could possibly relate.”
Some of the most significant aspects of life are tough. Parenting is undeniably hard. Maintaining a marriage can be complex, especially while raising young children. Finding the time and energy to nurture friendships can feel awkward and inconvenient, particularly when distance separates us. Just existing as an adult can be brutally demanding.
The most beautiful experiences in life—parenting, marriage, friendship—often come with their own set of challenges and gritty realities. Ignoring this truth doesn’t lessen their significance or beauty. We don’t diminish the richness of life by admitting that sometimes, everything feels overwhelming.
Every day, I recognize the immense beauty and richness of life, even amidst the chaos. I’m grateful for my children, even when parenting feels like navigating a minefield. I appreciate my husband, family, and friends, even when everyday responsibilities and the busyness of life create barriers, and our expressions of love occasionally get lost in translation.
Tonight, my friend and I were texting about the possibility of getting together. Living about 1,000 miles apart, combined with the usual chaos of life, makes it challenging. We agreed that, yes, life is very hard sometimes. We don’t always want to admit it, especially when we’re in the thick of it. We even talked about planning a girls’ weekend.
“Noodle salad!” I texted back, referencing a line from the movie As Good as It Gets. Jack Nicholson’s character says, “Some of us have great stories, pretty stories that happen at lakes with boats and friends and noodle salad. Just not in this car. But that’s the story for many people. Good times, noodle salad. What’s tough is not that you had it bad, but that you’re angry that so many others have it good.”
We watched that film nearly 20 years ago while spending a weekend at my grandparents’ lake house. There were boats, friends, and, yes, noodle salad.
The reality is that sometimes life is hard. Sometimes it feels like everything is challenging. Yet, there are also moments of joy and beauty. Life can hold both struggle and happiness simultaneously.
Maybe the secret lies in finding ways to create joyful moments even when it feels like we’re teetering off a cliff or stumbling through the wilderness. Perhaps the trick is to savor those “noodle salad” moments, even if they’re heavy on mayo and the noodles are overcooked while the kids are yelling, “But I don’t like noodle salad! I want pizza!” And by “noodle salad,” I think you catch my drift: indulge in cookie dough, sip some wine, and text a friend about how tough it can all be.
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In summary, parenting is a journey filled with ups and downs. While we face numerous challenges along the way, the beauty of life persists, and within the struggle, we can find moments of joy and connection.
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