Parenting is not for the weak or weary. It’s hard work. All. The. Time. There are bright spots, though. Moments when we get to feel like we’re doing a thing or two right. As if our constant efforts, modeling and reminding (aka nagging) seem to be paying off because one of the kids says “thank you” or “I love you” or maybe they approach a difficult situation just the way we hope–thinking through consequences, considering multiple perspectives. Some days are good. We parents need those good moments to keep on plugging away. They’re like fuel in our Mommy and Daddy tanks. But lots of days aren’t good. As a matter of fact, some days straight up suck. Between the sleepless nights, the projectile vomit and scary fevers, arguing with siblings and the temper tantrums, the homework, the talking back, having to say the same thing over and over and over, the worrying–about their growth, development, and socialization skills, trying to get them to eat their vegetables … it’s an endless list of parenting problems. But we aren’t supposed to talk about that.
Well, it’s time to break the rules.
When I was a first time parent feeling overwhelmed with everything, it would have been nice to know the truth. The real story about parenting. Instead, based on magazines, commercials and–the most cruel betrayal of them all–what other parents said and portrayed, what I knew was that motherhood was a serene, beautiful and wonderful place where everyone was happy, newborns effortlessly nursed mere seconds after an uneventful and amazing birth with calm music playing, babies slept through the night and rarely cried–and when they did I would know just what to do to calm and soothe them, and there were angels and cherubs and blah, blah, blah. And I knew that I sucked at motherhood because none of that was true for me.
We’re not supposed to talk about the horrible days–the mombie state we’re in for months (or years!) because we don’t get enough sleep, the cracked nipples, the colic, the potty training fiascoes, the terrible twos / threes / fours, the times we lose our cool and say (yell) things we shouldn’t–because if we talk about those things, we’ll reveal that we’re not perfect. That we don’t really know what we’re doing. That parenting is not all rainbows and puppies and angels and cherubs.
So, with this blog I’m going to talk about all kinds of parenting issues. No sugar-coating. No airbrushing. No smoke and mirrors.
Just Real Life Parenting.