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Keeping it Real


I received an email tonight from a fellow mom. Really, it was more of a detailed confession of all of the things she’d done wrong today as a mother. It ended with two simple words: “Parent fail.” Her email both broke my heart and made me super angry because you see, she’s really a terrific mom. But today, she must have used someone else’s measuring stick to make that call. It troubled me in particular because motherhood and parenthood for that matter, is definitely not measured or won or lost on a battle by battle or day to day basis. We’re in this for the long haul people. Did your child watch six hours of TV today or eat pizza for dinner every night this week? What really matters at the end of the day?
Let’s just admit my own bias here. If we are measuring this stuff on a day to day basis, I’m assuming I would have done a pretty sub-par job by most people’s standards. I brought my son to the grocery store in a rainbow colored clown wig and pajamas because it was the only way I could get him to the store. We’ve probably watched at least six hours of Disney over the past two days and my daughter can do a spot on impersonation of Candace from Phineas and Ferb that is unsettling for a two year old. Also, Ruby would only eat an all-yellow dinner tonight (corn, mac and cheese and pineapple) though I guess I should view this as an improvement over last night’s dinner, the stale hot dog bun. Even as I write this, my poor neglected children continue to scream their heads off at 9:30pm as I ignore their pathetic little fatigued bodies which are still on west coast time after our trip to California last week. We are nearly half way through the week and have done no clever do it yourself projects that have taught them anything.  We did try to trace our hands with chalk in the driveway though that really didn’t teach us much of anything, other than the fact that we have fat hands. Glamorous, right?
Parenthood isn’t about perfection. How could it be? At its core, it is the business of imperfect humans raising other imperfect little humans to the best of their ability. And loving them with everything they’ve got. There is no real yard stick for that. Facebook and the proliferation of Instagram would have you believe that everyone else’s children are living some glossy pictorial straight out of Parents magazine, where perfectly coiffed children frolic in the ocean as the sun lilts behind them and they smile coyly from beneath a well placed sun hat (that the perfect child does not remove). It’s not real. It’s all spin – it’s what they are putting out there for us to see. Trust me, I wasn’t instagramming the moment before that one where Ruby was face down eating sand and screaming her head off because I wouldn’t build a sand castle with her.
We are who we are and I hope if I teach my kids nothing it is the fact that we are real and flawed and it’s okay to be real and in fact to love yourself because of all those flaws, not in spite of them. You see, that’s the real secret teachable moment of parenthood: teaching our children to love themselves just because of who they are, and to not waste any time on this precious earth chasing some perfect idealized version of themselves or their mommy.
Think back on your own childhood. Do you remember a perfectly sucky day when you were three years old? Probably about as a much as you remember a pretty great one from when you were three which is not very much at all. I think a lot about and write about my own childhood and particularly my mother. She was with me until right after I had my first child, and then she was gone. And so I don’t have the opportunity to ask her ever, was I like that? Did I do that? Did you get frustrated? Did you let me wear my pajamas to the grocery store? I just can’t remember. 
What I do remember was that she could curse like a truck driver sometimes, that she fed me some frozen turkey covered in a purple sauce that was definitely not for human consumption, that she ate a bowl of chips in front of the TV in her bathrobe almost every night, and that she let me watch Dallas when I was in Kindergarten. Let’s face it: it was Dallas - that’s no Nick, Jr. She wasn’t perfect and I loved that about her. She was real and in my memories she makes it okay for me to be that real with my own children. Because I think about how much I loved her and our time together, and realize it’s not about any of those things. It’s about who she was, not what she did on any one day. She was a lifetime of love and compassion and good humor and kindness. She was in it for the long haul. As parents, we all are. So stop judging and love yourself. Because today was just today. And really by most standards including mine, really not a very bad one at all. You’re a good hard working mommy teaching your baby about love and compassion. It’s a lifetime of work and cannot be won or lost in one day. So soldier on and keep it real mommas J

Comments

  1. I kept on reading from beginning to end...that's mostly not the case...

    Well written and absofreakinglutly true!!

    Carmen

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    1. Thanks so much Carmen - so glad you could relate!

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  2. So true!! We are all so hard on ourselves. . .
    Parenting IS hard and we need to take a little more easy on ourselves when we get in the judging mode. : )

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  3. I REALLY REALLY needed to read this TODAY. =) I try too hard to the point that I wanna break!! I swear I had an epiphany. It made me think of my most fav moments as a child and realize they all involved simple silly things. Some were not even in the best conditions but I didn't care! Nothing else matters...they just want their Mom! ♥

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    1. I am so glad! I can't tell you how amazing it is that I don't know you, but that somehow you found this and connected with it. I'm sure you are an amazing Mama - sending you a big e-hug somewhere!

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  4. Oh my, I love this so much. Well said mama. I am all for keeping it real.

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    1. Yeah - so glad and grateful you liked! Thanks Stephanie!

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  5. I am so thankful my sis-in-law posted this on Facebook. Today, of all days, I really needed to read something like this. (As I type this, my 8-year old is lying at my feet, feebly whining "Mooooooom" over and over again - all because I have to exchange her new too-big shoes for a pair that actually fits.) My almost-6 year old has ADHD, and last night I received a looooong email from her teacher with a laundry list of misbehaving that's happened in the last two weeks of school (including spinning around on top of her desk and cutting her hair in the girls' bathroom).

    To sum up, I have had a crappy, crappy day with my kids, and I've done and said some things that wouldn't be Parents Magazine-approved, but I'm glad to know that I"m not the only one out there that has days like this. Thank you, again, from the bottom of my (exhausted!) heart.

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    1. Jen-
      You are a great mom. I hope that when situations arise with Callum (like I know they will- look at his parentage!) that I can handle them half as well as you do. I do value the input and advice you have provided thus far and look forward to being able to do so in the future.

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  6. Amazing- can't sum any other way how meaningful your and all the other comments have been to read. Thank you for reaching out and keep your head up - you are doing the hardest job!

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  7. Great perspective. Thank you! I think every mother needs to read this.

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    1. Thank you for taking the time to read - so glad you connected with it Karen!

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  8. I love you for writing this. I feel like the weight of the world is off my shoulders and I am okay as is. Nobody is harder on me than me and after reading your story I feel as though I can give myself a break. I am definitely not a 'perfect' mama but I love my child more than life itself and try hard to show her that everyday. Now when I'm not being 'perfect' at least I can think of your post and know I am being real and in the moment. Thanks!

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    1. Thank you so much for your note! None of us are perfect - am so grateful you took the time to read and could relate!

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  9. Great post! I think many/most parents struggle w/ this these days w/ the constant barrage of unrealistic images thrown at us. Airbrushed life online. I've thought about starting a similar blog titled ParentingWithoutJudgement or ParentingUnderTheInfluence... b/c of requirement of wine. :)

    Thanks for sharing. Keep on keepin' it real.

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    1. Thank you so much for stopping by and taking the time to read! Yes - still struggle with the pinterest/airbrushed version of life. Super challenging :) Plese do start your blog - would love to read Parenting under the influence - great name :)

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  10. thank you! thank you so much!!

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    1. Thank you for taking the time to read - your comment means so much!

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