"Do not think that love, in order to be genuine, has to be extraordinary. What we need is to love without getting tired." --Mother Theresa
'Twas one of those days when my husband left promising to return home a little early, and to bring with him a pizza.
I had started the day, even, in one of those relatively rare but still very real moods in which the best I was going to be able to do in my role as a stay-at-home mom would be to fake a smile and turn my back, when necessary, to count to ten.
It was on this particular day that the girls and I were heading to a distant store to pick out just the right gift for someone. My 3-year-old, who is much less adept (thankfully) at reading her mommy's moods than her daddy is, was passing the time by speaking every thought that occurred to her. Right now, those thoughts revolved around the time of day.
"If you get up early enough, it's night," she announced.
"Callie gets earbubble," (that would be "irritable") "right before her nap."
"Daddy comes home when it gets dark."
I answered yes to all of these things, only half-listening. Then, making conversation in the distracted way I do on days like this, I sputtered a question: "What's your favorite time of the day?"
Silence. Had I stumped her?
"What did you ask me, mommy?"
So I repeated the question. "What's your favorite time of the day?"
Silence again.
I looked in the rear view mirror. Her blank stare told me she thought my question was absurd. After a time, she answered:
"This one."
Now Cassie does enjoy a good long car ride, so I asked her the question again as she was getting ready for bed that night:
"Cassie, what's your favorite time of day?"
The answer was the same: "This one."
Ah. This one. And so should it be for me. How I wish it were. How I wish I could recognize the peace and joy in every single moment with my kids.
You see, my daughter is better than me at something I long to be good at. It's what Richard Foster, author of Prayer: Finding the Heart's True Home, calls the Prayer of the Ordinary.
"We are Praying the Ordinary," he writes, "when we see God in the ordinary experiences of life. Can we find meaning in the crayon marks on the wall made by the kids? Are they somehow the finger of God writing on the wall of our hearts?" In the same chapter, he writes: "It is in the everyday and the commonplace that we learn patience, acceptance, and contentment."
That, I'm sure, is true. Particularly that patience part.
My fear is that, like everyone with adult children tells me, the time will go too quickly, I fear that I'll wish for it back, even those mealtimes interrupted by the whisper "Mommy, I pooped." Even those whines for another Go-gurt. Even the stray Legos I nail with my bare feet. I fear that I'll soon pine for all the time I've ever wished away.
And yet, though I'm infinitely conscious of trying to freeze those moments the good and the bad in my memory for some distant future, it's hard. It's hard to see Foster's crayon marks on the wall as anything but crayon marks. Crayon marks that I will have to scrub.
I'm experiencing a crayon mark of sorts right now. As I jot notes for this column at the kitchen table, my 3-year old is sitting on my lap, trying to push my pen along the page with her Three Little Pigs book. She has just dragged her grape lollipop through my hair and wiped her nose on my sleeve. "Mommy, make your pen go ALL the way along the page," she orders, scooting it along and making my thoughts an illegible mess of ink.
For a moment, I have an unbecoming and out-of-the-blue urge to chuck her beloved book across the room.
And it is precisely times like these when I need to indeed see the crayon marks as something left by the finger of God. To feel a sense of reverence for my every moment of my life as a mom. To once again find meaning and glory in my daughter's cherubic yet filthy face.
But for this, I need some kind of tool, some trick for the heat of the moment. A trick to bring myself back in an instant to the kind of mother I long to be, the kind of mother I sometimes know myself to be, and the kind of mother I want my daughters to remember me to be.
At this moment, I have a little talk with myself. My daugher and and I end up tucking our feet under a blanket on the couch and reading the very book that I wanted to hurl. And I enjoy it. I always do if can just sink into the moment and remember what a little miracle I have here on my lap.
Perhaps that tool, then, is surrender.
Or maybe it's distraction. The same trick that all moms learn when their youngest is about 18 months old. When Cassie was that age, and she'd get angry and frustrated, distraction worked wonders. When she was 2 ?, distraction worked wonders on MY anger and frustration. Sometimes, the best tool for me is to change my scenery--to get my mind on something else.
Perhaps that tool is compassion. Compassion for our children and a conscious understanding of what they must be feeling at certain times in their precious and sometimes bewildering lives.
And compassion to ourselves, which we can show by not over-scheduling our lives to the point where it's impossible to get down on the floor and play for 20 minutes, if that's what it takes. Or to call your own mommy just to chat for 20 minutes, if that's what it takes.
Perhaps that tool lies in the realization that our lives are long and full and that there will be plenty of time to do what we need to do when we no longer have little ones pulling on our pant legs.
Perhaps it is the tool of single-tasking. So we don't feel distracted all the time. This is the tool that involves downshifting out of overdrive, because it's in overdrive that we talk too much, eat too much, think too much. Enjoy too little.
Perhaps it is the tool of shifting your awareness. A conscious committing to memory of the ripe physical sensations of motherhood: The feel of your baby's marvelous, heavy head on your chest. The smell of Cheerios on her breath. This is how we bring ourselves back--gently--to the gifts that are under our fingers and, oftentimes, directly underfoot.
Perhaps it is the tool of solitude. So that, by enjoying the pursuit of something, solo, we may return to them renewed--and without resentment.
Perhaps it is the tool of being honest and talking it out with other moms. It helps me to remember that we're all in this together. Most days we are genuinely loving it. Some days we are genuinely faking it, just as generations of good moms before us have done.
There is a certain solace in this story told by my mother-in-law, whose three grown children would describe an ideal, involved, committed, and very loving mother. There were days, she says, when her face hurt at the end of the day from smiling. A clear and present sign that her smile was, for days at a time, forced.
But her kids didn't know. With grace, neither will mine. And tomorrow will be a different kind of a day, with new tools to look upon those crayon marks with the reverence they deserve.
Susie Cortright is the founder of http://www.momscape.com - an online magazine devoted to helping parents celebrate life with children. She is also the creator of Momscape's Scrapbooking Playground: http://www.momscape.com Visit her site today to subscribe to Susie's free weekly newsletters and to learn more about her scrapbook club and her work-at-home scrapbooking business.
Wood Dale Chicago prom limo .. Lockport Chicago limo O’HareSomething eerily familiar happened in KwaZulu-Natal's Hluhluwe-Umfolozi Park in Africa... Read More
Young people generally want to fit in to their various... Read More
The key to a successful car wash fundraiser event is... Read More
Children think money grows on trees. Maybe not literally, but... Read More
The cost of being a parent and raising a child... Read More
Nothing touches the heartstrings of a parent or teacher more... Read More
At the ADHD Information Library we are big believers that... Read More
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Results of the Spanking Poll on Rexanne.com: Voters - 233Percentage... Read More
The 'phone conversation had nothing at all to do with... Read More
I have always been aware of my number one weakness:... Read More
Lead is one of the most dangerous toxins a person... Read More
Over a number of years there have been issues raised... Read More
I am sure that this list can be jogged and... Read More
Some public schools try to turn children against their parents... Read More
What you say and do about money has a profound... Read More
There is little doubt that reading, 'riting and 'rithmetic are... Read More
What is in a name?The answer is everything!Jo J. of... Read More
What one word best sums up summer fun? Water. I... Read More
The most common medications used in the treatment of Attention... Read More
Our back-to-school buying habits do not help kids succeed in... Read More
So you're pregnant. Congratulations! Your life is about to change... Read More
You've just received a call from your child's teacher. As... Read More
What a dreamer I am when thinking about parenthood. Most... Read More
The teenage years are a crucial time in a child's... Read More
"Where did he come up with that?" Kids often amaze... Read More
Antigo wedding limo ..Finding answers to a child's underachievement is often a difficult... Read More
It's among the top criticism wives have of their husbands:... Read More
Prioritize. Learn to say No. Steal some time for yourself.Don't... Read More
You are at the grocery store with your daughter and... Read More
? Let the child choose his or her own lunch... Read More
Do you want to create a deeper, more loving relationship... Read More
Quite simply, an absolute nightmare for parents and babies alike,... Read More
There are times when my ideas of raising a child... Read More
Nurture and TeachThe single most important thing caregivers can do... Read More
Remember when cash was a tangible commodity in all of... Read More
Often I will hear parents say, "I just ignore Jr.... Read More
Not too long ago my teenage daughter approached me with... Read More
Q. My teenage son is turning 16 early next year... Read More
The popularity of EEG Biofeedback Training continues to grow both... Read More
There's a phrase that's become popular over the past few... Read More
I've often thought that in 6 million years, archaeologists will... Read More
In our last article about the neurology of ADHD we... Read More
Ok. So you're a dad to be. If you're like... Read More
When kids try new things, sometimes it's a 'fit' and... Read More
"Get down from the table top right now! What are... Read More
We're all familiar with the over-indulgent parent. But there's another... Read More
The least flexible character in all of the stories of... Read More
Researching career education uncovered the following shocking statistic: The average... Read More
As a hypnotherapist, I am acutely aware of the power... Read More
Our children are our most important legacy to the world.... Read More
Parenting |