Mommy Dreams and Dreamy Mommy:
When I was a little girl, I loved playing with dolls and Barbies, playing make-believe, playing family. And I assure you, any time I played the “Mommy” then, I was happy mommy, sweet mommy, educational mommy, fun mommy or pretty mommy. I was never mad mommy, scary mommy, ugly bloated and PMS’ing mommy, or overworked and stressed out mommy. Then again, my pretend/dolly babies and kids were super low-maintenance. They were quiet, well-behaved, obedient little sponges. They complied the first time I asked them to do something. They slept through the night from Day 1. They ate when (or if) I decided to feed them. They asked for nothing. They didn’t whine, tattle, complain, talk back (er…talk at all), or fight with siblings. They never peed on my floors or needed me to “wipe” their bums. They didn’t break things, write on my walls or put stickers on the nice furniture. They didn’t sleep (or pee) in our beds…. I could go on but you get the picture.
Fast forward to my teen years:
- “Mom, you have a hot temper.”
- “Eh-nee-ta, I no use to hab da hot tempa. I hab da hot tempa apta I habbing you and [Brother]!”
- (Silently, I’d think, “Mom, I’m pretty sure you had a temper even before we came along.”)
Fast forward to present day Anita:
“I believe. Oh, I so believe you, Mom. I know better now.” Because now, I have three real kids of my own, who are nothing like my old dolly kids. And since my own beautiful monsterhood, oops – I mean motherhood, journey first began, I’ve discovered that:
- My face can be grotesquely contorted into no less than 137 different angry and exasperated “Don’t mess with me” expressions;
- It is possible for the volume of my voice to reach sonic boom magnitude;
- The lines across my forehead aren’t wrinkles; they are permanently indented frown lines (and interestingly, I have three lines – just as I have three kids. Coincidence? I think not);
- Whereas, in my pre-parenting days I used to feel sorry for the kid getting yelled at or yanked by the arm in the grocery store and think to myself, “Wow, chill out, lady”, nowadays my empathy and heart goes out to the crazy mad mom and I think to myself, “Ohhhh, poor mom. She’s having one of those days”; and
- Mommy Time-outs (i.e., mini -Mommy escapes to a locked bedroom, bathroom or closet with a heart-pumping, fist-shaking, hiss-whispered count to ten, a desperate plea to God for help, and a glass of wine, kidding) – can be just as necessary and effective as traditional kid time-outs for calming the inner storm.
Fast forward to Anita only five hours ago:
I’m sitting in the MFT’s office for my second therapy session to deal with parenting struggles. And I’m full of renewed joy and hope to be telling her of the immeasurable progress made in just one week. Of course, the week had its share of ups ‘n downs, as we can never predict or control our children’s moods, behavior or reactions at any given time, and it’s hard to kick nasty old habits. Still, this week, I refused to allow my attitude, behavior or responses toward my kids to be ruled by fear (e.g., fear of failing as a parent, teacher or role model; fear that my kid won’t “turn out okay”, whatever that means; fear that my kid’s behavior reflects poorly on us as parents and we’ll be judged accordingly; fear that I’m running out of time to mold them into kind, wise, responsible, empathetic human beings) and instead, I chose to be ruled by love (e.g., grace, mercy, peace, patience, understanding, compassion). There was such a radical difference in my perspective, demeanor and reactions to my kids’ challenging moments that my calmness and patience overflowed into their demeanor and responses!
On a couple occasions this past week, I immediately put down whatever I was doing (which is really hard for busybody taskmaster me) to address a stormy, fit-throwing, seemingly unappeasable and inconsolable child. Instead of impulsively mirroring, or reacting in a flash of anger to, this aggravating fit of rage before me, I gave him/her some space, then calmly asked about the cause of the emotional outburst, acknowledged his/her feelings and how I too would feel the same if I were coming from his/her perspective, continued to validate his/her feelings until he/she truly felt heard and understood, and then introduced perspectives other than his/her own and suggested alternative, more constructive expressions of his/her feelings. And at the end of the most recent episode, Son actually came back to me and said, “Thanks, Mom. Thanks for being patient with me and for waiting until I was ready to consider what you were trying to teach me.” In case you missed it, that’s pure gold right there. These are the moments that make all the rest of it worthwhile. Today was a good day. Tomorrow can be another. #nofearinaction #moreloveinaction
P.S. If tomorrow doesn’t turn out to be another good day, don’t be so hard on yourself.
As MommaSohn and I sometimes say (or do – see below), there are always Mommy Time-outs!
June says
Anita, you have a blog!
Loved reading this post as I wholeheartedly empathized with you. This journey of motherhood is one where I am forced to see a side of myself that I never knew existed (and eat up all my judgemental words of ignorance from pre-3-kids days)!
Wish you all the best as you continue with this exciting venture!
Anita says
Hi June! It’s been too long! I can’t believe how fast time is flying and you have THREE little ones yourself. Congrats! (And my sympathies too. Kidding.) Thanks for your warm wishes and for sharing that parts of my post resonated with you as it’s always a blessing to find connection and commiseration with others. Hope all is well with you and your beautiful family. With ❤️, Anita
Ah yes, I too completely empathize whenever I see a mom yelling in public at her kids. There was a scene in the pilot episode of Desperate Housewives where Lynette reaches the end of her rope with the kids’ incessant fighting in the back of the van, so she pulls over and screams at her kids to get out and walk home. A neighbor sees what happens and is totally appalled, but I was thinking, “Yeah, I totally get it.” (at least that was the general gist of the scene; it was decades ago so my mommy brain may have the details wrong but you get the idea)
I used to see yelling moms and think condescendingly, “Well, that’ll NEVER be me” but sure enough once I became a mom there have been times when I scream so loud that my throat actually gets injured. My cousin was one of the yellers; she seemed to be always barking at her four kids (of course now I realize that the number four alone is reason enough to be constantly barking). Well, they’re all grown up now and have developed into absolutely lovely, charming adults, so I guess there’s still hope for mine, despite my lack of control over my temper…
Thank you for sharing! I LOVE hearing survivor stories, moreover success stories, from wiser, been-there-done-that parents of grown or older children who once, like me, wondered if everything will turn out alright, the kids will be well-adjusted, happy and lovely, and life will become a little more sane and peaceful. Happy for your cousin and her children. YES, praying for ALL of us who are waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel. ‘Til then, I guess it’s a one-day-at-a-time, beautiful, messy battle.
YOU are doing GREAT!
Thanks, hon!