Parenting can be rewarding, sure, but it’s also really hard. Today I wanted to encourage those of us who are parents, want to be parents, or don’t want to be parents, with some words of wisdom to get us through the tough times.
Unfortunately, none came to me, so all I have is this list of confessions for your consideration. After all, confessing is good for the soul.
- I have used the fridge door to hide behind while flipping my kids the bird. (Hopefully they don’t look at my feet when I do this- otherwise they’d see the silent but aggressive stomping that goes along with it.)
- I have lied to their faces about toy stores being closed at 2:00 p.m. on a Saturday.
- I’ve hidden their gadgets and pretended not to know where things went.
- I’ve spent their birthday money from Grandma and Grandpa on wine and ice cream.
- I’ve locked myself in the bathroom and let them fight while I played Candy Crush on my phone.
- I’ve stolen their chocolate and blamed it on their dad.
- I’ve talked about them behind their backs, sworn at them under my breath, and secretly laughed at their screaming when a spider fell on them.
There are many more confessions that I dare not put in writing, lest child protection services finds out, but needless to say, there’s some room for improvement.
I know that each day I manage to keep the kids alive and somewhat hygienic is technically a win, but as they get older and more complicated as individuals, I want to get better at not just coping as a parent, but thriving as one, and helping them thrive as well. Sometimes it’s easy, like when they play peacefully together and tell me they love me. Other times I want to run far, far away where no one under 18 can ever follow.
But I do love them, ultimately, and I want to do right by them. They are amazing and have enriched my life immeasurably. I just need to remember this during the next tantrum. Or even right now, as Thing 1 came up to me and farted on my leg as I wrote this. No joke.
One last confession- I just sat on him and returned the favour.