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“Mommy is sorry.” Ouch. That was not easy.

February 28, 2015

I screwed up the other day. And I had to apologize. To my 4-year old. In front of her friends. UGH.

The kids had friends over, so the house was pure insanity with 5 little people under 7 running amuck. And my just-turned-2-year old was right in the mix with them, trying to keep up, but falling and running into the wall and breaking his face instead every 48 seconds.

I usually let them run around the house a bit (especially when it is 2 degrees outside, causing us to hibernate), but at some point, ask them to stop. But they don’t. So I “ask” again with more depth to my voice. But they ignore me. So I yell, stand in their way, make empty threats about taking away the I-Pad, etc. and that usually gets it done.

But this day, with 5 kids tearing around every corner, I forgot to give the initial “please stop running” request and my little guy ran smack into something (or someone, I don’t remember), and he fell hard. And angry Mommy wrath burst forth with fervor as I scooped him up, bloody lip and all.

“THIS is why we don’t run in the house!!!” I shrieked at my 4-year old little girl in front of her two BFFs. And then I watched her shrink. I watched her shoulders hunch over as she curled up in shame.

I knew right away that I had messed up. I had let them run around the house. I had allowed her little brother to participate. I am the grownup. I was responsible.

I took 5 big, deep breaths and then I did what I knew was necessary, what she deserved. I walked over to her, with her friends in the room, crouched down low to see her face, and said I was sorry. I told her that it was Mommy’s choice to let everyone run in the house, and that it was an accident that her brother (who was by now totally recovered and trying to climb into the microwave or something) got hurt. She turned her face and looked up at me. And she smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck.

It sucks to admit you screwed up. But we owe it to our kids to own it and make it right. How else will I teach her to apologize and rectify her errors as she grows up if I do not do the same?

(And spring, by the way, can arrive any time so these monsters can go OUTSIDE.)

A mother’s greatest test

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February 13, 2015

As I was wiping the butt of my 3rd child today, I realized what truly defines a mother. I was changing what is likely my 12,703rd diaper, when it dawned on me. I had reached into the wipe container, reached waaaay down, and learned that I had one single solitary wipe left. The big kids were off playing on the IPad somewhere and conveniently did not hear my calls to them for help. And the toddler was naked and squirmy and covered in poop and I knew I had about 17 seconds left of cooperation from him. We had gone through ALL of the animals on Old MacDonald’s farm. We are on to wild animals like elephants and alligators, and Old MacDonald’s farm was starting to look disturbing. Clearly nobody was coming to my aid. Then, out of the dire situation I was in, I had my epiphany: a mother’s true value is determined not by how well she carries her baby during pregnancy, or if she nurses or bottle feeds, or if she makes her own baby food, or if she home-schools. Her true test of motherhood is how many times she can fold that last wipe and clean an entire butt with it. That is it. That is the great test of motherhood.

Mommies: Get to know yourself. Find your THING!

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January 30, 2015

No, I don’t mean THAT. (Although I might get more blog hits on that topic…)

So here it is. 6 years ago I became a stay-at-home mom. Like one day, you go to work, have a career, use your brain, wear clothes that need to be dry-cleaned. And then poof! It all goes away. You wake up the next day and look down and see comfy pants. You don’t bother to shower. You love the little person you gave it all up for, but after the babymoon starts to wane, you question your significance, your value, your purpose. Well obviously you know your purpose. Feed baby! Wash baby! Teach baby! Clothe baby!

But what about the rest of you?

For many of us, the transition to the SAHM life is not an easy one. Often, it is not until we truly reflect and learn about ourselves, not just as a mothers and as wives, but as a human beings, that we begin to find happiness and fulfillment. And if we are not totally in love with SAHM life, we cannot possibly admit it. Because that would mean we are failures, right? Aren’t we supposed to relish every single explosive poopy diaper, every single moment of a toddler clinging to our calf screaming “Mama!” because he wants more freaking animal crackers, every single nipple-splitting feeding at 3 am watching Three’s Company? What if we don’t love it ALL?

So we keep going, through the fog, through the lack of… well, whatever it is that we are missing. And it can take a long time for us to figure out exactly WHAT we are missing. Because for each of us, when we take the leap to give up the career and retire to SAHM-hood (whether temporarily or permanently), the journey is different. Each of us misses different things, longs for what gave us joy and purpose before, when we lived in that other world with our careers.

It took me several years to find the strength and humility to accept what I was missing. I learned that I missed most 2 basic elements of working: social interaction and praise. Life at home with my kids was lonely. I needed girlfriends. I also realized (and this one was harder to say out loud) that I thrive on praise. I need someone to tell me I am good. My husband says it all the time. My parents say it all the time. But the 3 little people, for whom I am doing it all, don’t. To them, I am boring old Mommy who makes them bathe and eat broccoli.

(Although if they did shower me with praise, I often imagine it would sound something like this: “Mommy! You are so amazing at cleaning crumbs off of the kitchen floor. I mean, you and the mop: it is like magic.” Or “Wow, Mom! Your lunch-putting-together skills are unparalleled. Seriously. You rocked that PB&J like nobody’s business.” Or even, “Amazing… the way you put us back into our car seats after EVERY errand. You never forget any of us at the store. Thank you, Mommy.”)

Obviously none of the above statements has ever been uttered. And truthfully, I missed having a grown-up boss who would observe my work and state on paper that I was good at it. And this void, this insecurity that it took me so long to accept and admit, was impacting my relationships with my kids as well as my marriage. Because my husband — the man who works his tail off to feed and clothe all of us — is good at his job and receives praise all the time. At the beginning of my SAHM life, every time he brought home a glowing evaluation, rather than feeling joy for him, or pride, I felt envy and resentment. And, well, that just sucks — for him, for me, for all of us.

So I took a few leaps. I put myself out there, into social mommy circles, and made friends: Step 1. Then I started writing. And a few people told me my writing wasn’t too bad. So I started submitting pieces to various publishers, websites, and anyone else I thought might give me a shot. I have experienced quite a bit of rejection, but do you know what? Sometimes I wasn’t rejected. And then there was praise. Editors liked my stuff. And suddenly… I was feeling more whole, more valued, more significant. And now, when my husband kicks ass at work, I am happy for him. I fixed me, and because of that, I can find joy in his accomplishments rather than bitterness.

Moms: If you are in a funk, if SAHM-hood is not enough for you, that is okay. Get to know yourself. Find your thing. Find something to make you feel whole. Your kids will see a happier mommy. Your spouse will see the fulfillment in your face. You will feel better and you will do better. Get to know yourself. Find out what you are missing. Find your thing. FIX YOU. They deserve it. YOU deserve it.