Tuesday, July 31, 2012

THIS TOO SHALL PASS

Mags: "Mama, you can be the boy Barbie."
Me: "I don't really feel like being the boy today."
Mags: "Yes you do, Mama. Don't be silly."

In reality, sometimes I just don't want to play Barbies at all, which always ends up making me feel incredibly guilty. I mean, this is what I signed up for. Days upon days of hanging around on the floor playing with our kids. I should want to do it. What is my problem? So I started to think about it and this is the analogy I came up with. Hang in there with me. 

This is essentially my day job. I also have a few other part-time jobs, but staying home with the kids is my current full-time position. I can honestly say I love what I do. But no matter how much you love your job, there are always PARTS of it that are less appealing than others. When I'm tired from being up the night before with Mags, having a tea party is not on the top of my list unless there is a quick power nap between the first cup and the finger sandwiches.

The past week has been a challenging one with our spunky little four-year-old. She has found new boundaries to test and it's like we're a pair of dogs wearing the shock collars...except Chris and I have no idea where the invisible fence line is. We have escaped into the kitchen multiple times to shake our heads or just stare at each other in amazement at what was happening. 

In other words, we weren't huge fans of age four last week. And that's okay. I realized it's impossible to appreciate every stage these kids are in. Standing in the Target lines with all those older women telling me, "Don't blink!", has increased my guilt meter (like it's not already overflowing with the Catholic in me). 

Sometimes I want to blink. I want to scoot past that temper tantrums and the puke fests. Just like at my jobs out of the house, sometimes I wish the meeting would get canceled or the clock would move faster. There are no older ladies behind me then, smiling and telling me how fast it goes, don't miss it, and treasure every single moment. 

It is an incredible gift...to be a parent. It's also a responsibility. A job. So, no. We don't always jump up and down screaming, 

"Yes! He pooped on the floor AGAIN!"

However, we can be sure that just like the time at work, this stage will pass by soon enough. 

Granted, sometimes at an agonizing pace, 
but we'll get there...eventually.

19 comments:

  1. This has made me feel better. I HATE the Mommy guilt!! It's a daily struggle to deal with it (and I also have the Catholic background!). Like yesterday when my 3yo peed through his "big boys" only for my daughter to take off her diaper 5 minutes later and also pee on the floor...all before breakfast. Should I feel guilty for occasionally wanting to run straight out the door, fingers in my ears chanting "la la la la"?! Hahaha. Sigh. What time does Daddy come home again?! ;)

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    1. Haha! Dominique, so true! Thanks for making me feel normal!

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  2. As a non-parent, I've never considered it in those terms for what my parent friends do.
    Go you for bulling through those times it isn't so much fun, and savoring the times that are!

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  3. Hang in there girl, it only gets better... and then they grow up and leave and it gets BEST! : )

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  4. You said it, Guap!
    As a teacher, I love kids. One of the best parts is that their parents take them home at the end of each day! And I spend part of every day reassuring one parent or another that this stage will pass, and you will ALL survive it.
    Hang in there, Kid! You are doing the hardest job on the planet, and all jobs have poop on some level. Good for you for bringing it to light for the rest of the world.
    Big hugs with Big Girl Drinks,
    Amy

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    1. Being a teacher, I appreciate that the kids go home, too. :) Thanks for your support, friend!

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  5. Name him Stavros and make up a whole, creepy Eastern European backstory about him. Then, it'll be more fun.

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    1. Haha! M, I forgot about your Barbie posts! I need to grab that link from your blog. That post was so funny!!

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  6. I can't top what ODNT said so I don't think I'll even try.

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    1. I wasn't kidding, Marian. It helps to pass the time. http://wp.me/p1LoLK-uL

      Try it, Mel. I know you'd be great at it. And sometimes it actually works to make your child LOSE interest in the game and you get your free time back. (Bonus!)

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    2. Oh oh! You posted it for me! I still need to tweet it out. So funny! I loved this post when I read it many months ago. :)

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  7. This picture of us is one of my favorites! It still cracks me up every time I see it.

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  8. Ahh, the Catholic guilt. I know it well, my friend. I am definitely not a believer in the "enjoy every moment" philosophy. I subscribe to the "enjoy every other moment and forget the rest" philosophy.

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    1. That is a great philosophy, Kathy. Thanks for the support. :)

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  9. As soon as you get the positive preggo test you are blessed with extra guilt chromosomes. There's nothing wrong with not loving every aspect of your day job. Even things we love get monotonous after awhile. There are things I love and dread about every age and stage.

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  10. There are pros and cons to each stage. My kids are 7 and 9 and they are becoming more self sufficient. But I miss the days when I was the center of their universe. You're allowed to not love every part of every stage they're going through. It doesn't mean you don't love being a mom. It just means you're a human mom.

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