Back in my carefree, childless twenties, I often babysat for a family with two energetic daughters. One day, the six-year-old shared a secret with me, her eyes wide with seriousness. “Mom gets mad,” she said, “Mom gets mad and yells a LOT. Especially at Dad.”
At the time, I chuckled and played it cool, but when her mother returned home, I felt a wave of judgment wash over me. I had admired this woman; she was the epitome of a perfect mom in my eyes. I even made a mental note to parent just like her when my time came. But learning about her “angry mom” side changed everything. I started to view her as someone who couldn’t control her temper, and I felt a sense of superiority because I thought I would never lose my cool with my future children.
Fast forward to today, and I’m the one shouting. Now in my thirties with two little ones under four, I often find myself at the end of my rope. The list of things I’ve done out of sheer exhaustion is as long as it is embarrassing. I’ve hurled toys against walls and yelled “ENOUGH!!!” more times than I care to admit. I’ve threatened to take away every toy and keep them from the park for eternity. I’ve engaged in full-blown shouting matches with my three-year-old, who somehow finds my frustration amusing. I’ve even retreated to my closet to cry after a particularly challenging day, only to be coaxed back into the chaos by my husband.
The anger I feel has shocked me. Each time I lash out, I’m left with a tidal wave of guilt. If only I could go back and hug that mom I once judged, telling her, “I get it now.” I wish I could express my newfound empathy for her moments of rage, which mirror my own feelings of frustration and overwhelm.
Underneath all that anger, we’re just two women grappling with the overwhelming challenges of motherhood. When we peel back the layers of mom anger, we uncover a tired human trying to juggle everything. We’re balancing a million tasks—scheduling appointments, cleaning, answering endless parenting queries, and caring for children who seem to have endless demands. Many of us tackle this without the financial reward of a paycheck, while others manage to balance work with the chaos of motherhood. Regardless of our circumstances, we’re often overwhelmed and burnt out, too afraid to admit it.
These days, I’m embracing my feelings and seeking constructive ways to express my anger. I’m focusing on self-care, reaching out to friends, and even relocating closer to family for support. Most importantly, I’m learning that it’s okay to mess up and lose my patience. I remind myself that I’m doing my best every single day, just like that mom I used to judge.
We’re all navigating this tough journey together, and it’s high time we cut ourselves some slack. If you’re looking for practical advice on parenting or are interested in exploring home insemination, check out this helpful resource for more information.
In conclusion, motherhood is a struggle for many, often filled with moments of anger and frustration. Acknowledging our feelings and seeking support can make a world of difference. We’re all in this together, so let’s be kind to ourselves.
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