Today, my five-year-old son threw a fit during our drive home because I refused to buy him a new art set. The screams echoed in the car, a stark reminder of my own limits. I lost my patience, and I know I will likely do so again tomorrow.
There are times when I clean up after him, simply to avoid the inevitable meltdown that would arise from teaching him to tidy up himself. I let him indulge in shows filled with loud, obnoxious characters who lack any real substance. After hours of his endless chatter, I often find myself zoning out, responding with a vague “sure, why not” that could mean anything.
Just yesterday, he announced his disdain for spaghetti, one of the few meals he actually enjoys. Fine, I told him he could eat hot dogs instead. Whatever works, right? I catch myself whining at him, using the same tone that drives me mad when he does it. I’m not setting the best example.
I’ve read countless articles and guidelines on being the “perfect” parent. Honestly, many of those so-called expert tips seem to come from individuals who have never had to deal with the reality of parenting. They often feel more like unrealistic ideals than practical advice.
In that moment of chaos, I gave in to his tantrum; my own thoughts were so loud that it felt like the only way to tune out the noise. I realize I’m not providing enough lessons on empathy, equity, or compassion. At one point, I practically yelled, it’s time to go! Get your shoes on!
Kids thrive on structure and rules, yet those concepts often clash with the reality of parenting. I can’t help but feel that I’m failing in these areas. I often find myself scrolling through my phone, seeking an escape. After all, leaving your child alone at the park could lead to someone calling child protective services.
“Just a minute, I’m busy right now,” I say, while in reality, I’m busy not volunteering at school, not reading enough books to him, and not engaging as much as I should.
Inside my mind, I envision a version of myself sitting with my head between my knees, hands over my ears. Meanwhile, I can hear my son behind me, saying, “Mommy, look at this! Mom!” It’s a constant reminder of how much he needs me.
Yet, at the end of the day, he still asks to cuddle. He shares his dessert with me, saying it’s a nice thing to do. He talks about the fun moments we’ve shared, not as a way to show me how much better I could be, but to express how much I truly matter to him. He reflects both my flaws and my strengths.
There may be hope after all. Perhaps things are not as bleak as they seem, and there’s always tomorrow for a fresh start. To the mom who feels like she’s failing, I wish I could deliver an uplifting message, but maybe you are struggling. How can I say for sure? All I can offer is my solidarity and a glass of wine.
Perhaps “maybe” will have to suffice.
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Summary
Parenting can be a challenging journey filled with moments of frustration and self-doubt. Despite the chaos and the times we feel we have failed, there are also moments of connection and love that remind us of our importance in our children’s lives. It’s essential to recognize that tomorrow is another chance to do better.