My parenting skills really suck sometimes. I realize now after parenting for almost 20 years that I know absolutely nothing about how to do this job. I think I know, but everyday is different and just when I feel like I have a handle on these boys, I simply don’t.
Who ever thought that raising humans was going to be so gosh darn challenging? I mean, my parents did it, and my siblings and I turned out half way decent most of the time (I think). However, I’m not sure one tiny bit if what I’m doing is at all going to translate into stardom, or a Nobel peace prize, or even any sort of notoriety and yet, being a parent is the MOST important job I have.
I told Rowan in the car the other day (my 7 year old son) that I was really excited about an opportunity I have to possibly be on TV and my son asked me in a very wise sort of way if this was something I super wanted to do forever? I thought about it for a minute and answered him honestly. Honesty is something I’m working on with my kids. Not that I make a habit of lying to them, but I’m trying to determine how much to share of my grown up stuff and how much to sugar coat or skip. So this time I just shared wholeheartedly and truthfully. I told Rowan that my most important job, the one that I care about more than anything else I do and the one that really matters was being the best mom and the best wife that I can be. I told Rowan that I love him, and Jaden, and Coby, and daddy more than anything that I could even touch or explain or imagine. I wasn’t able to say that without tearing up and Rowan got very serious and really listened. I then told him that I love to be creative, I love to cook, and that I really really love to help people and if I can be on TV and spread that message further without compromising all the hard work I do to be a good mom and wife, than that would be awesome. I also told him that at the end of the day, the only thing that really matters, however, was my job of mom.
Mom job is number one always. Forever. To infinity and beyond. So I guess now that I type this, I’m realizing that maybe my parenting skill don’t suck all that badly. Maybe I am doing a decent job. Maybe the times I loose my cool or feel badly at my ability to be positive or clear or patient is outweighed at my very true desire to raise great humans and to have boys that know I love them more than the moon and stars and wine. Maybe I’m doing all right and maybe just maybe I can do both the career thing and the mommy thing and still feel good about both. I just have to remember what my own mom told me a long time ago, when Coby was just a tiny baby and I was worried that my horrible diapering skills being the thing that depicted his life in general and for sure the time I accidentally bumped his head meant that he would end up in prison at the tender age of 5. My very wise mother told me that you can make up for a lot when it comes to love. She told me to hug and kiss and play and laugh as much as possible and THAT is what your kids will remember because we ALL are human. Super mom does not exist. My mom was a very smart lady and I have to believe and I want you to believe that the days of laughter, play, love, and joy will outweigh the ones in which you find yourself writing blog posts about being a sucky parent. So stop what you are doing right now and go hug a kid, laugh, and play, and lavish that kid with lots of love. Preferably do this with your own kid and not a random one because that could be a bit awkward.
As always, my dear readers, enjoy!