The Secrets and Magic of Being a Mother
By Pistols and Popcorn on December 28, 2012
Maybe you are a dude, a dad. Or possibly a lady wondering if this mothering thing is up your alley. Perhaps you are a mother, trying to figure out if your normal is actually normal, or if you should start pretending a little harder. I'm writing for you, all of you. But be warned: I'm on day eight of an eleven day stretch of single-parenting this ship. Not only that, but two -- yes two -- of my three man-children are down with fevers. I'm Xena Warrior Princessing this family currently and am under a little distress.
What better time to break down what it is to be a mother? The stuff you don't know. Start here:
- Mothers are kind of mean. Mostly to ourselves.
Not including those jealous meanies in the playground who suck their teeth at how we encourage our little ones to successfully climb up the slide because really we are much too smart to even think we can win that battle of "stairs only" when obviously the slide is meant to be climbed, not including those meanies -- we beat ourselves up in the most cutting of ways.
I've yet to meet a mother who does not mentally inventory her failures at the end of the day. We all process them differently. Sometimes it shows up as frustration towards the child, sometimes it comes out as anger towards a spouse, and sometimes it just manifests with a huffy breath and backwards fall onto a couch. But we all feel the potency of each disagreement, each mishandled and overreacted bump with our children x1000 at the end of the day. I usually am able to desperately reach for a few wins -- maybe I made Smitty laugh more than usual, or maybe Sheppy shared with a stranger. Maybe Roan offered up a sliver of his day that was important to him. Those are wins. I try to bump out all the rain of messy things with those. But as a mother, we hold the responsibility of all wrong things on our shoulders. We teeter between feeling absolutely overwhelmed and wondering if we're not quite grateful enough for what we have.
This is why we need time alone. Holding the weight of two or three or four or five people's bad experiences on our shoulders gets heavy. And yeah, we signed up for this. And no, there's not a lot you can do to help. Just recognize it, appreciate it, and give us a massage gift certificate. That'll do.
- Mothers are ready to fix it.
Once a child is introduced into a person's life, the world becomes crazy large. Nothing is actually about the mom anymore. Sounds really gross and scary but it's actually beautiful. A primal switch is flipped, and the center of the universe is no longer the same. Relationships are redefined and love becomes a huge tangible thing, and not an abstract weird smokey ghost.
Part of our power comes from knowing that we have this magical reserve. For instance, I do know that even if I am tired (I am), even if I am grumpy (I am), even if I've not had a break from my kids in eight days (I haven't), I would be happy to have the chance to help anyone I love. And guess what? Mothers love a lot of people.
Ok, even I think I'm getting a little glittery here -- what with the love and magic and whatever. And it's not all sunshine and flower garlands. But the truth is I think my ability to actually love changed once I became a mom. It probably has something to do with that whole "I'm not the center of my world" thing. Getting out of the middle puts me in orbit with everyone else. It's easier to connect there. There are an infinite amount of ways to get into that orbit, probably. But for me it took the massive change of having a child.
- Moms can smell their children's fevers.
I'm not actually sure about this one. But I think it's true for me. There's probably a smart-guy science-y explanation for this but I can actually smell a change in my children before they get sick. Or right when they do. Pretty cool party trick, right? With Roan, I can actually feel it in his hands -- when I hold his hand it feels different, and then BLAMM-O! Two hours later a fever breaks onto the scene.
You don't have to believe me but it's true.
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