I hear her before I see her. She is grumbling under her breath because of her toddler’s incessant cries. Someone obviously didn’t give this lady the memo that crying is what little kids do. The child, holding on to the woman’s leg, is begging to be carried. “Up! Up!” her little voice says over and over. The woman seems angry that her own child wants to be held! Maybe this lady should try being a little more grateful. There are people all over the world who would kill for an adorable kid, a healthy kid–just a kid.
When I turn the corner, I finally catch a glimpse of this hot mess of a mother; there she is in full force, red face and crazy eyes. Noticing my glances, she tries to soften a bit, apparently embarrassed to have someone witness her tirade. Try as she might, she can’t seem to contain the fury boiling just beneath the surface. She continues ignoring the beautiful children vying for her attention, opting to finish a text message instead of addressing the little girl who implores her for help to complete a workbook. A WORKBOOK! What the rest of us wouldn’t give to have a kid who actually wants to practice tracing the letters of the alphabet! This mother doesn’t know how good she has it, and from the irritated look on her face, she certainly doesn’t appreciate it.
“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?!”
Now she’s barking orders at her son who immediately shrinks beneath her harsh voice. Through gritted teeth and snarled lips, she turns words into weapons. A seething, “okay?” from her mouth changes the question into a knife, blade sharpened and at the ready. I wonder if she has any idea how scary she looks; if I were a kid, I’d be terrified of this woman.
A growl begins to emanate from her belly, works its way up through her throat, and explodes into the air.
HURRY UP!
NOW!
WHAT DID I JUST SAY?!
The children are met with a barrage of heavy sighs and eyes that speak volumes. They say I have no patience for you to act your age and you can’t do anything right today.
I feel like I’m about to witness a heinous car crash and even throwing myself on the painted lines in the middle of the road wouldn’t stop it.
Afraid to look because of what I might see, I reluctantly make eye contact with the woman in the mirror. For a split second, I hear nothing. The room is deafening with silence. I look down at my baby who is screaming because she’s exhausted. I promise my sweet four-year-old I’ll help connect the dots in her workbook as soon as I clean up the water from her 6-year-old brother who has, yet again, drenched the bathroom floor with his nightly shower antics.
Work has been crazy, but at 8pm, I finally call it a day, refusing to check my phone so another issue can’t suck me back in. I hate the way I’ve acted today. I haven’t appreciated my children, nor shown them enough love. I’ve answered their questions with disinterested “Uh huh’s,” and pretended to pay attention when they pleaded, “Mummy! Look at me!” because I’ve allowed things that shouldn’t matter to consume me. Deep breaths are supposed to be cleansing, but the more I gulp for air, the more suffocated I feel. I look in the mirror again.
That’s me? Doesn’t look like me.
I look at my children. They look like me.
Though I haven’t given them what they deserve today, they continue to give me exactly what I need. My children are innocence and understanding and tenderness. Even on my worst days, they don’t hesitate to throw themselves into my embrace, instantly forgetting the anger and the way I’ve hissed at them. My children are unconditional love even when I’ve unconsciously given them conditions. They are better than I could ever be, graceful with forgiveness and welcoming arms.
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I knew that the “worst mother” was going to turn out to be you… not because I think you’re a bad mother, but because I know lots of people are way more critical of themselves than they are of others! You do the best you can do at any given moment, even when your best at one moment isn’t as great as you’d like it to be. I have lived with a lot of different people over the years, and I’ve learned that NO parents are perfect… even if that is how they present themselves to the world. Whats more, your “worst mother” day is A LOT BETTER than some parents’ best days!
*Mwah*
Our children are exactly what you said there! So forgiving, so wanting to please, but still children! Do your best and one day you’ll be glad that you gave it everything you had. But don’t feel too guilty if some days you just can’t be the perfect mom!
No such thing as perfection–that’s rule #1 in parenting, right?! 🙂 Thanks for reading xo
Very nice piece of writing. Stirred several emotions and very thought-provoking.
Usually I’m a shit stirrer, but I’ll take emotion stirrer 🙂
This post really spoke to me. I read it on Huffington Post. I’m a single mother and most days I feel completely overwhelmed. I let out way to many sighs of exasperation not because my child is doing anything wrong, but instead because I feel so tired and stressed out. My daughter is the sweetest, kindest, loving child. She gives me very few problems, thankfully. I’m trying to be mindful of being so outwardly emotional toward life, but it’s a daily struggle and some days are better than others.
I feel you, Anita. Hang in there and don’t be afraid to ask for help when you need it. There’s something healing in a girls’ night out or even a quiet bubble bath. We’re ALL doing the best we can xoxo
I recognize this mother, because I’ve been her. I’m 52, and my kids are grown. But I’ll never forget the times I was that mother. We need to give ourselves some grace and forgive ourselves. We are all human. Even parents get a bad day once in a while. Recognizing it is half the battle.
You’re absolutely right: recognizing it is half the battle, and doing something about it is the other half! Thanks so much for reading, Toni. xo
Been there. Great post.
Thanks so much xo
Usually I read your posts while I lay with my three and a half year old son while he falls asleep and laugh so hard I fear I’ll wake him! But when I read this one I cried. It touched me so deeply because I have felt exactly the same. To me there is no greater gift to give someone than making them feel like they are not alone. Thank you for that.
Thank YOU for reading. xo
I’m reading this having just had a total melt down myself after my 6 year threw an hour long tantrum. I truly feel like the worst mother in the world. My partner has taken my 6 year old son swimming, looking horrified at my emotional mess as he left. Mostly I wonder about wether I’m fit to be a mum.
If you’re worrying about it, you’re doing something right. We’ve all been there, promise. xoxoxo