Her words echoed in my head: “I’m really trying to enjoy every moment.”
I stopped her before she could continue. “Why?” I asked her gently. “Why are you trying to enjoy every moment?” Her mouth fell open a bit, clearly stunned by my question. “Well, I guess that’s what everyone says I should do. I know these days will go by quick. Everyone says I’ll miss them.” I leaned in closer to the computer screen and said what I have had to say to so many new parents, “That’s a lot of pressure to put on yourself--to enjoy every sleepless night, every moment of a screaming baby, every unshowered day, every hormonal cry as your body recovers. These days can be dark, lonely, and scary sometimes. It’s OK to not enjoy every moment.” She let out a long sigh and took a slow, deep breath as tears began to fall from her eyes. “Thank you. Thank you for saying that. It’s true. I love my baby, but it’s not always fun right now.” Read the full article HERE. Originally published on Her View From Home.
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Can you feel it?
I know I can. The tide has come in and the storm is raging again. Life has returned to the pre-quarantine pace - and I can’t catch my breath. Every day feels like I’m running a 5k and the finish line keeps moving. On this race route there’s no one handing out free cups of water. There’s no one cheering me on and offering me encouragement. There are no breaks. If I slow to a walk, I’ll surely be run over by the herd of runners around me. Life is back to how it was and here we are - racing full steam ahead and this week proved that my family and I are very much out of practice for this pace of life. Bat bags left in wrong cars. Sports water bottles left on car roofs. Evenings were spent scrubbing grass stains out of white baseball pants, washing uniforms, and being reminded that our dog has an affinity for athletic cups. There are no more family dinners. We now eat at 4pm or 9pm or in the car. Mail gets stacked anywhere there is an open space in my house and the dogs are angry that they have to actually be alone in the house for longer than 30 minutes again. Last night we even had to have a family meeting to figure out how we all can manage all our necessary commitments next week - (hint: we can’t do it without a clone or two). It feels like too much and I thought we swore we wouldn’t be here again. But as I watched my oldest laughing at first base the other night, watched my youngest warming up with his team this afternoon, and watched my husband coaching with his friends again, I realized that while this fast paced life is exhausting, leaves me breathless, and makes me feel completely unprepared most days, it also is a crucial part of my family’s existence. This pace of life leaves my boys standing together in our kitchen late at night swapping stories of their practices and games. This pace of life creates connection for all of us. This pace of life creates opportunities for growth for all of us. So tonight as I watch yet another game from the outfield, I’ll remind myself that every frantic second of this stage of life right now is worth it because this pace of life is where my family is most happy. Can you feel it? I know I can. Yesterday I watched my teenager play high school football for the first time.
Wasn’t it just yesterday that I was holding the newborn version of him in my arms and introducing him to the world? Back then he was just a delicate little creature and I was an insecure new mom, terrified of failing at parenting. Originally published on Grown and Flown. Click HERE to read the full article. “Mom, I need to thank you for pushing me to go to that interview.”
My 15 year old’s words caught me so off guard that I almost choked on my sip of water. I glanced at my husband across the restaurant table and we shared an invisible high five. We did it - we made the right choice to push! If you’ve ever parented a teenager, you know that there is an almost constant struggle between pushing them too hard and not pushing them hard enough. So, when it turns out you made the right choice as a parent AND your teen appreciates it, these are the moments that you remember as a parent of a teenager. The day of the surprise thank you had started like a normal weekend day with teenagers as everyone coordinated rides, work schedules, and sports commitments. My husband and I had realized that we had a small window of opportunity that day where both teens would be busy at the same time as one would be at work and the other would be at sports practice. So, we made a reservation for a fancy new restaurant we’d been wanting to try - just the two of us. As we headed to the restaurant, my husband and I reached for each other’s hands, commenting on how nice it was to finally have some time alone for a bit of a date. Covid had really made days like today few and far between. Just as we pulled into the parking lot though, our 15 year old son texted us to let us know he was getting off of work early and needed a ride home. Right then. Yet another grown up plan thwarted. This is the life of parenting teens sometimes. Quickly reframing the moment, we changed our reservation from a party of 2 to a party of 3, pushed it back by 20 minutes, and decided to take our son out for dinner with us. As the three of us walked into the restaurant just a short time later, I couldn’t help but be transported back to so many years earlier when the three of us walked into a restaurant together for the first time. Back then, we carried our now teenager inside the restaurant via a baby carrier and he slept in my arms during our whole meal. On this day, though, he held the door for us, both of us short enough to duck under his outstretched arm to get through the door. By the time he uttered that thank you phrase about pushing him to go to his interview, I was already feeling emotional and a bit in awe. We had just spent time during our meal talking about him signing up for driver’s education classes, his course schedule for his Sophomore year of high school, his work plans for spring break, and how he could go about requesting some time off for a family vacation this summer. That’s when he put his drink down, turned to me, looked me in the eyes, and thanked me for pushing him. My heart stopped for a beat as I reflected internally on the morning of his interview, as it is one of those parenting moments I will always remember. As much as he had been wanting to find a job so he could start earning and saving his own money, he had been extremely nervous about the interview process. On the morning of his first real in-person interview, he told me he wanted to cancel. As with most moments in parenting teens, I had a decision to make: do I push or do I back off? I decided to push. I encouraged him to go to the interview, reminding him that it was completely normal to feel nervous. I told him if he didn’t get the job, it wouldn’t be a big deal as he had lots of other job applications in process. When he rolled his eyes and told me he wasn’t even interested in the job, I doubled down on my decision and told him that it would make the interview an even more important experience for him - he could practice interviewing, managing his anxious feelings, and would not be crushed if he did not get the job. It wasn’t enough. He wanted to cancel the interview and threw every potential reason at me. Although the discussion eventually escalated to an argument, ultimately, he went to the interview, grumbling at me as he huffed angrily out the door and into the car, leaving me to wonder “Did I just push him too hard? Did I just scar him for life? Should I have backed off?” Just 45 minutes later, while on his way home with my husband, he called me and I could instantly hear the smile in his voice. He had been offered the job on the spot and was excited about the schedule, the pay, his supervisor, and the job duties. I breathed a sigh of relief. I had made the right decision to push. It all worked out. Even though he didn’t thank me in that moment, the happiness in his voice was enough for me. It all had worked out. But, that’s not always how it goes with parenting teenagers. These parenting years are filled with countless moments of having to decide whether to push your teen or back off. Sometimes you push them to make a certain decision and run the risk of pushing them too hard. Other times you back off to let them make their own decisions and wonder what would have happened if only you had stepped in. Either choice leaves you feeling confused, scared, and guilty as a parent. The process of asking yourself “what if?” is endless during this stage of parenting and the guilt is an almost constant companion. The truth is that the process of parenting teens is one in which you get to witness a whole lot of mistakes - both from them and from you. Over and over again. But, if you look closely at each moment, even those moments that wind up being mistakes, you will find they are learning opportunities for parents and teens alike. The mistake moments are where growth happens. The victory moments, like when your teen finally tells you “thank you for pushing me,” are where humility and humbleness happen. Both kinds of moments are important. New normal.
For some reason, I hate that term. Maybe it’s because I don’t like labeling something as normal vs. abnormal. It feels too judgmental. Maybe it’s because I don’t like change. Change is always hard and uncomfortable. But, this is my life now - the new normal. Whether I like it or not. After over a year of remote and hybrid learning where my children have been at home at least 3 school days each week, my children have returned to full time in person schooling. After over a year of working primarily from home, my husband has returned to being in the office for most of his shifts. The other day was our first day where I was the only one home. After over a year of me working fully remote from home, I'm still here - seeing all my patients via telehealth and teaching all my classes over Zoom. But, after 13 months of family togetherness, I was alone. The house was silent. No teacher’s voices could be heard on the computer through the doors of my children’s rooms. The house was silent. No cheesy manager jokes from my husband could be heard as he led a zoom meeting from our dining room table. The house was silent. No dog footsteps could be heard tip tapping on the hardwood floors as they wandered the house looking for anyone who was free and could give them some attention. They were snuggled all cozy in their crates, probably enjoying the quiet opportunities to nap. The house was silent. No dirty dishes were found in the sink as remnants of quick snack breaks between my kids’ classes or between my husband’s meetings. The house was silent. No one was there to pass me in the hallway. The house was silent. No one needed my help with getting into a Google Classroom meet. The house was silent. No one was there at my kitchen island eating their lunch while I poured myself another cup of tea. The house was silent. Silence recharges me. Silence refuels me. Silence calms me. But this silence was different. The house was silent and I realized just how lucky my family had been for the past year. We stayed healthy and we enjoyed the forced togetherness. The house was silent and I felt a deep gratitude for the memories we had made as a family over the past year. We adapted and grew and were able to be a part of each other’s lives in ways that never would have been possible without a pandemic. The house was silent. And I missed the loudness. To the mama who didn’t get to have a normal childhood,
I see you. I see your daily pain as you move through the journey of parenthood, realizing over and over again just how much you were mistreated and abused by your own caregivers. Your heart breaks almost daily for all the things you missed or had taken away from you during what was supposed to be your childhood. YOU NEED TO HEAR THIS: You didn’t deserve any of the abuse, neglect, and mistreatment that happened to you. None of it. It was the job of your caregivers to keep you safe, make you feel loved, and allow you to be a child. They failed you. You didn’t fail. None of it was your fault. You need to believe this - in your core. And now look at you - making the decision every day that the cycle of abuse will stop with you. Every day you make the active choice to give your children and yourself a better life. Each time you tell your children that you love them so they don’t go to sleep at night wondering what they have to do to earn your love - you continue to break the cycle. Each time your child feels safe coming to you for advice after they have made a mistake instead of cowering in fear - you continue to break the cycle. Each time you spend time with your children at their sporting events, extracurricular activities, or just snuggling on the sofa, reminding them that you not only love them but you LIKE them too - you continue to break the cycle. Each time you apologize and take ownership for your mistakes as a parent and clarify that your child is not responsible for your emotional well-being - you continue to break the cycle. Each time you set a boundary and protect your child from people that do not respect them or cannot be trusted - you continue to break the cycle. Each time you seek support for yourself so that you can be a better version of yourself - you continue to break the cycle. I see your efforts and I know that the work you are doing is hard. You are tired. You doubt yourself. You fight daily to prevent those negative thoughts and messages from your own childhood from coming to the surface. Keep going. Keep moving forward, building the life your children so deserve - the life you never got to have as a child. But be sure to also take time to think about all the ways your children will never have to experience what you experienced. Take time to be proud of the parent that you have chosen to be. Your children are lucky to have you as their mama. Remember that. Love yourself just as fiercely as you love your children. You deserve it. You are worthy of love and compassion - especially from yourself. Just a few short years ago, I found myself somewhere in the middle of a long bridge between childhood and adolescence. I was longingly looking back towards the childhood side yet hopeful as I moved apprehensively towards the adolescence side. Well, it appears my bridge was an express bridge. Here I am; on the other side. You know what’s here? Cell phones, mustaches, adam’s apples, deep booming voices, attitudes, challenges to limits, and boys who suddenly stand at eye level to me. You know what else is here? Meaningful conversations, random tight hugs, trust, and young men who are mostly kind and learn from their mistakes. Surprisingly, it’s sort of nice over here; albeit a bit smelly and messy. On this side of the bridge, I am the parent of a young man, not a young boy, and I get to start taking a step back to let him take some risks on his own. One of the first big events on this side of the bridge has happened over the past few months without me really being able to comprehend it’s weight. My son is already heading towards the end of his first year of middle school and lately the words of his new principal echo in my head – there are only 540 days of middle school. 540 In some areas of our life, 540 seems like a lot.
But, when we are talking about time in middle school, 540 days is nothing. It’s half the length of time he spent from Kindergarten through 5th grade (1080 school days for math dorks like myself). That period of time went by in the blink of an eye. Surely this chunk of 540 days are going to fly by even quicker! So, how do we, as new middle school parents, survive these 540 days? Well, I know how I spent the days leading up to Day 1 — letting the middle school version of me find her way to the surface. I color coded binders, folders and schedules, circled rooms on maps, plotted out the best way to organize a backpack, role played some scenarios, and had a nightmare that I was him and I couldn’t find my math class on Day 1. I just wanted his middle school experience to not be awful like my own. But, then I stopped myself. (Because, seriously, a nightmare??) Adolescence is messy and painful. It’s supposed to be awkward. It’s supposed to be emotional. It’s supposed to be challenging. Some days are supposed to feel awful. And, aren’t middle school and adolescence synonymous? Like most challenging, uncomfortable, and unpleasant things in life, when we look back on them later, we can see the good they brought to our lives. They are the catalytic events and change agents that shape our lives. Although I would never want to relive my own 540 days, I do see how they helped to shape me into who I am today. I see how some of the people I still care deeply for today are friends I made during those 540 days. I can see that in those 540 days were where many of my interests were born. My 540 days were certainly not filled with unicorns and rainbows and butterflies, but maybe I should be thankful that they weren’t. When my middle schooler faces the typical struggles of middle school, I have to tell the middle school version of myself to settle down. I know many of his 540 days will be filled with some tough decisions, hurt feelings, hard lessons, and uncomfortable moments. I know there will be lots of times where he feels just as I did during my 540 days. His 540 days will not be filled with unicorns and rainbows and butterflies. So, how am I going to navigate my own 540 day journey as a parent? I am going to realize that in many ways the parental journey of 540 days mirrors the student’s journey. These 540 days will be challenging for me as a parent. If adolescence is awkward and painful, so too is parenting an adolescent. For parents, many of our 540 days will also be filled with some tough decisions, hurt feelings, hard lessons, and uncomfortable moments. It has been suggested that the most influential people in a teen’s life are not his teachers, coaches, parents, or professional athletes. It turns out that for many teens, their peers are the most influential presence. Middle schoolers need each other. I suspect that this holds true for middle school parents as well. Parents need other parents. My plan for surviving these 540 school days is simple: lean on my peers, be kind when mistakes are made, learn lessons where they can be learned and remember that this time is going to fly by. While I am not in any rush, I look forward to seeing who we all are on Day 540. Today my high schooler needed a ride to football practice.
There used to be a time not so long ago when I would have to arrange a ride for him with a mom of one of his friends, annoyingly verifying it at least three times with the mom, and then reminding my son what time he was getting picked up, what to bring, and to make sure he said thank you. Today he arranged the ride himself with a friend, got himself ready, and went to practice. I wasn’t needed anymore. There used to be a time not so long ago when I would go to those practices, my camping chair and bag full of snacks regular staples in my trunk. The other parents and I would sit for 2 hours every day watching our boys’ struggles and admiring their growth. Today he went to practice without parents and with coaches I’ve never personally met. I wasn’t needed anymore. There used to be a time not so long ago when I would roll my eyes and sigh loudly as I made my way through our house after a practice, helping stray socks find their way to the hamper and stinky shoulder pads to the drying rack. Today those stinky pads got put where they belong, without me having to help. I wasn’t needed anymore. There used to be a time not so long ago when that same high schooler was a shy little boy, stepping onto the field for the first time - timid, lacking confidence, scared, and so very excited. Today that little boy stepped onto the field for probably the 1,000th time - a young man, confident, brave, and so very excited to tackle the world on his own. I wasn’t needed anymore. There used to be a time not so long ago when this mama couldn’t imagine a time when she wasn’t needed. Today that mama knows that she will always be needed in someway - maybe not for rides or picking up socks or support at practice - but surely for other ways. A mother’s love will always be needed. On Christmas Eve a 15 year tradition came to an end. It was the first Christmas Eve without an official believer in our house.
But, we still did all the typical Christmas things. We still hid away all the presents. We still talked about Santa coming to bring gifts. We still made oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, referred to as “Santa’s cookies” even if we make them in July. We still waited until Christmas Eve to take the gifts from their hiding spaces and place them beneath the tree. Much of this year was the same - but it was also very different. My youngest asked if he could watch us to see how we do it all. He sat, wide eyed on the couch, as my husband and I worked like the amazing team we are - having done this for 15 years now. Soon the questions started: “How much did this all cost?” “How long did it take you to wrap everything?” “You really wrap everything in the stockings???” “Is it hard to do all this?” “How are you able to do this so fast?” Then he helped me as I put out cookies and milk for Santa and, for the first time ever, our youngest got to enjoy the treats. My heart ached through it all though. I miss those tiny versions of my boys as they would run outside to sprinkle reindeer food in the lawn, their voices squealing with delight. I miss those days and there is a profound sadness in realizing that chapter of our family’s journey has ended. But, this new chapter is truly special too. This new Christmas is different. But, this new Christmas is still filled with joy, wonder, and love. It’s still magical. It’s still Christmas. In a family of six COUSINS, my youngest was suddenly the only one other than the six-year- old who didn’t know the truth.
It was time for us to tell him. We posed the question about whether or not he believed and he shot us both his infamous side-eye and flashed his double-dimpled grin. Clearly he already knew. But, behind his mischievous smile was a hint of fear and sadness. Originally published on Filter Free Parents. Click HERE for full article. |
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