Thanks to Theresa Sutton for sharing her wonderful message to moms. All parents feel lost or inadequate at some point. This is an important message! You can find more of her work at www.beingreese.com or follow her on www.twitter.com/reese22.
Congratulations new mothers, expecting mothers, and mothers who have managed to keep their children alive thus far. You have done an amazing thing! Probably the most important thing you will do in your life granted you dont discover a cure for cancer or prevent an asteroid from smashing into the planet.
If youre new to this crazy train known as motherhood, Im going to prepare you for something you will inevitably encounter along your beautiful journey. You are going to hear every variation of youre doing it wrong, you can possibly imagine.
It will typically be cloaked under the guise of seemingly well-meaning advice or statements such as, well, I did it THIS way and my child turned out fine. And congratulations super mommies, youve done a truly wonderful thing by raising such a special gem. But this post is not for you. This post is for us mere mortals whose normal children pitch temper tantrums at wildly inappropriate times and feed their vegetables to the dogs when were not looking.
All sarcasm aside, it appears some veteran mommies are suffering from long-term memory loss. I love you mom, but I know for a fact I wasnt the angelic child you so lovingly reflect upon. Remember that one time I was grounded all summer and you had to work? Instead of staying indoors like you told me, I snuck outside every day. When you called to check on me, I had the cordless phone with me and I would dash back to the house to answer the phone, pretending I was glumly serving out my punishment from the confines of our home. I really wasnt. I was having an awesome summer. Sorry about that.
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To all of you mommies, I see you struggling in the supermarket with your wailing toddler. Ignoring the glares from onlookers who are muttering, my kids know better than to behave like that in public. I understand you. In fact, just yesterday I was you. And thats why I know there are so many reasons why your child may be acting out, and equally as many reason why you may be letting them.
The crux of humanity is that it allows us only to truly know what is happening in our own lives. We know nothing of the lives of strangers. Though we can occasionally catch a small glimpse, of a brief second, of a tiny fraction of their lives, its not enough to understand what they may be going through. Its definitely not enough to use to judge them. Or it shouldnt be. Parenting is hard enough without the added pressures of dealing with the disapproving looks and snide remarks.
Motherhood is not a competition. And contrary to the belief of the mother in front of you, driving the minivan peppered with the my kid is on the honor roll bumper stickers, you dont receive a trophy or gold star for creating an awesome child. This isnt to say you shouldnt strive to raise an upstanding citizen, we all should. But the simple fact is what works for you may not necessarily work for another. And it has taken me four years and a lot of stolen moments spent sneaking Snickers Bars in the closet, feverishly praying for my husband to return from work for me to come to this realization.
Theresa's parting words on the next page.
There is one basic and universal truth about motherhoodits hard. All the parenting classes in all of the world cannot possibly prepare you for it. You can scour every book in the parenting section of your local bookstore and sign up for every baby website, but it will never be enough. No book can accurately describe the level of sleep deprivation, anxiousness and absolute joy you will feel looking at your childrensometimes all at once.
Maybe the next time you see the lady in the store with the rambunctious children, instead of judging her, youll give her a reassuring smile. Cut her some slack, weve all been there before, and if you havent yet, I can assure you, your time is coming.
So for every mother everywhere that has accidentally left the diaper bag home, or is convinced that your child will need therapy later in life because of that one time you yelled at them in the grocery store, you are in good company. Carry on my wayward mommies, dont you cry no more.
Sincerely, and with love,