Saturday, July 10, 2010

Another storm...but it's all worth it.

So, it was another rough parenting day yesterday. If you read my post yesterday, you know it has been two straight days of tears and tantrums. I hate seeing my son so upset. He has been very restless and difficult to please. All he wants to do is everything he isn't supposed play with the computer ink after being told not to until he has it all over his hands...or play in the water from the sink faucet for thirty minutes, four times a day...or pound on the computer screen...or hit the dogs...or dump his crackers out on the couch...or shove as much toilet paper as he can into the toilet...or...

My son is my world and if he is upset, then I'm upset. I don't know how to separate our two emotional states. I try to remain calm and not take on his tears, but I find it almost impossible. When he smiles, I am grinning from ear to ear. When he cries, I am hurting on the inside like someone is twisting a knife in my chest.

Last night, after another rough day, he went to bed at his normal bedtime. But this time, he cried so hard. This is very unusual for him. He doesn't normally cry at bedtime. He has always been easy to put down for naps and nighttime. He cried for 45 minutes!

My husband and I don't agree with the just-let-them-cry-until-they-pass-out method, so I went in every few minutes to check on him and comfort him. It was killing me to hear him so upset. I rocked him, I kissed him, I hugged him. The third time I went in, the floor in front of his crib was soaking wet from his tears!! Talk about a knife in the chest!

After the fourth time I checked on him, he finally fell asleep. And as soon as I realized that he was sleeping, I broke down into the tears I had been wanting to cry all day. I cried from relief for him and myself, from exhaustion, and of course, like every mother, from guilt. Guilt that I hadn't been a good enough mother to keep him from having his meltdowns the past two days, guilt that I hadn't been creative enough to keep him entertained, guilt from wishing I could have an afternoon to myself, guilt for being aggravated, guilt for not being one of those mothers who can remain soft spoken and calm, guilt for every little damn thing.

I've learned that being a mother isn't always a breeze and it isn't always a storm. But it is always worth the tears, the frustration, the stormy days. I wouldn't trade being a mother for the world. My son's existence in this world has shown me a love that is bigger and more unconditional than I ever knew was possible with human beings. My love for him has left me raw and vulnerable. I can't kiss him enough. I can't hug him enough. And even on days like yesterday when I couldn't wait for him to go to bed, I missed him like crazy the minute he fell asleep.

Ah, motherhood. I love you, buddy.


  1. Aw, Hugs Momma.
    I'm sorry things have been so rough these past two days. You are right it is the hardest and most rewarding job ever, and even on the hard day's you miss them when they sleep. I couldn't have said it better myself. Here's to hoping this brief storm passes quickly and your smiling happy boy is back in no time. You are such a great mommy it just comes through your writing how much you love him. He is one lucky man.

  2. oh bless your sweet heart!
    It is rough when they go through these changes and phases and growing moments. Hang in there! Give yourself a hug today!

  3. Sorry you had such a hard day! Hope you can talk to other moms who have children the same age. I'll be praying for God to give you insight on what to do on days like these and to give you peace that you're doing the right thing.

  4. I think that crying at bed/nap time is the HARDEST thing about parenting. Good job sticking to your guns, in the end it's for the best for both of you.

  5. I am so sorry you have been having a bad couple of days. Don't feel bad though b/c it happens to the best of us, and when you are pregnant it is even worse on you. Oh the hormones! I hope that next week is better for you. Maybe next week you can get a little Mommy time out to yourself for a bit? :)

  6. We have problems with our son, too. Currently, our bed is not our own. And he is out of the crib, won't stay in his bed; I guess what I am trying to say is that I completely empathize with you. Hang in there!

    I am a late follower from Friday Follows - I hope to see you and Dropped Stitches!

    xo Erin

  7. Awww I feel for you mama! Their emotions are hard wired to our hearts. I feel the same, you can never kiss them or hug them enough...even when you want to scream.

    Hope it gets soon better my girl!


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