Reflecting on my own upbringing, I find myself pondering one of three scenarios: (A) I had a blissful childhood, (B) the excessive use of hair products may have compromised my cognitive functions, or most plausibly, (C) my parents mastered the art of parenting in ways I have yet to achieve.
This contemplation often arises during my moments of maternal overwhelm. It typically unfolds like this:
- I enter the house.
- My 6-year-old eagerly bombards me with a stream of inquiries: “What’s for dinner? Can we have macaroni and cheese? Oh, by the way, you forgot to send in money for the class winter celebration today. And Riley took my Rainbow Loom! I want it back. Can I go to Maisie’s house tomorrow?”
- My 10-year-old chimes in, “I hate macaroni and cheese! Can we have chicken? That Rainbow Loom is mine, not hers! But she punched me anyway! Oh, I forgot to tell you, I need poster board for my project tomorrow.”
- My partner informs me he has a last-minute work meeting and has to leave in 15 minutes.
Before long, the atmosphere becomes chaotic: the kids are arguing, I’m raising my voice at them, and my husband is reprimanding me for my outburst.
When I reflect on my childhood, I don’t remember my parents struggling with similar chaos. Both worked full-time, yet they managed to raise us without the convenience of the internet or smartphones. I couldn’t text them to come pick me up; I was expected to be at the designated pick-up spot at Roller Palace by 9 PM. Family dinners were a nightly ritual—without a microwave’s assistance—and shopping for clothes involved taking us to the store once a season, enduring the drudgery of trying on outfits without the distraction of a mobile device.
Despite the absence of today’s conveniences, my parents never appeared flustered. So, why do I often feel like I’m on the brink of collapse? With all my modern tools, why do I find parenting so stressful?
What memories will my children carry from their upbringing? Will they recall the times I broke down in tears from feeling overwhelmed? Will they remember my moments of frustration, my honesty about the challenges of motherhood? Or will they treasure the joyful moments we shared—my knack for cuddling, my fierce love for them, or my efforts to make them laugh daily?
Will my daughter cherish the time I set my alarm to wake up early for the royal wedding viewing, or when I officiated her Barbies’ wedding and organized a vibrant bridal shower? Will she remember my playful pranks on April Fool’s Day? Will my son recall the excitement of listening to Nirvana for the first time with me, or how I cheered at his baseball games under the scorching July sun? Will he remember our snorkeling adventure, where I held his hand as we jumped into the ocean together and then towed him back when he grew tired?
I may never become the calm, graceful parent I aspire to be, nor can I shield my children from witnessing my struggles. However, I am devoted to ensuring their childhood is filled with joyful experiences, hoping those moments will define my legacy as their mother.
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In summary, while the challenges of parenting may overwhelm me at times, my commitment to creating joyful memories for my children remains steadfast.
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