In the realm of motherhood, there’s a commonly held misconception that it equates to self-sacrifice and servitude. As a single mother, I recently confronted this fallacy when I chose to step back from my adult son during a challenging time. Did I feel guilty? Certainly. But did I stand by my decision? Absolutely.
Context of the Situation
To unpack this, let me share a bit of context. My son, Alex, was recovering from a dancing mishap that resulted in a severe ankle fracture, requiring surgery that involved metal plates and screws. The days leading up to the operation were fraught with intense pain for him. However, in true resilient spirit, he turned the situation into a light-hearted saga, sharing humorous updates across social media, with me as his co-star. We both held firm to the belief that “Everything Happens for a Reason,” a principle we even have inked on our bodies.
A Heartfelt Request
The day after his injury, Alex reached out with a heartfelt request: “I need my mom!” He invited me to spend the day with him. Without hesitation, I dropped everything and made my way to him, packing his favorite snacks and comfort items. Once there, I fell into a familiar routine, channeling my mother’s nurturing instincts. I cooked, cleaned, and catered to his every need, believing this was a demonstration of love.
Yet, halfway through the day, Alex commented, “You don’t have to clean.” In that moment, I reflected on our past. From a young age, I had interpreted his love language as acts of service, a belief reinforced when I had him take a Love Languages quiz during his high school years. To my surprise, it turned out that his primary love language was quality time, not the service I so willingly provided.
A New Understanding
This revelation hit me as I recalled his invitation to simply hang out, not to wait on him. While he appreciated my efforts, I realized that much of what I did was unnecessary and perhaps a product of generational expectations rather than conscious choice.
The Day of Surgery
On the day of his surgery, Alex wanted to be discharged the same day. Panic set in for me as I worried about his well-being and my own exhaustion. During our discussion, he made it clear that he didn’t want me to sacrifice my health for his needs. “Put your oxygen mask on, Mom, because your plane is about to go down,” he said, a reminder that resonated deeply with me. With that, I left the hospital, and for the first time since his injury, I slept soundly.
Confronting Guilt
Yet, guilt still lingered. Growing up in a Catholic environment, I often grappled with the notion that prioritizing oneself is selfish. This guilt can be incredibly frustrating, especially when others’ judgments seep into my thoughts, making me question my choices. But I know that if I’m okay and Alex is okay, then everything is fine.
Shedding the Guilt
It’s time to shed the guilt and generational patterns that equate motherhood with martyrdom. This unrealistic expectation leads to unhappiness for mothers, and we all know that an unhappy mother creates an unhappy household. We also need to challenge the pride that prevents us from asking for help. As the saying goes, “If you don’t ask, the answer is always no.” This applies to seeking support.
Most importantly, we must release the judgments—especially self-judgment—that lead us to believe we’re never doing enough. We all do the best we can with what we have, and that should always suffice.
Conclusion
Alex and I are good. We have each other, and that’s what matters most.
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