Sometimes I feel like the worst mother in the world. I don’t seem to ever have enough to give or I just don’t seem to give a damn. It’s brutal the feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt that plague me. And that guilt! I think it’s a universal feeling. Mothers often question their ability to make logical decisions in the face of chaos and drama. Are we doing the right things? Are we making the right decisions? Is there enough wine in the world to get me through the next few years/decades/century? My answer is probably not.
Being a mom is hard.
Every time there seems to be a major catastrophe in one of my kids’ lives, I internalize it and blame myself for their struggles. If only I gave them this or if only I warned them about that or if only I was better at being a mom…it’s never ending.
Watching one of the offspring struggle with a life event is heart breaking and standing around waiting for him or her to come to his senses about it is even worse. I’m knee deep in that now and I can’t seem to get myself out; to convince myself it will all be fine in the end, it’s just a few more weeks and things will turn around. We’ll all laugh about it later.
Nobody is laughing right now.
I’m too busy stopping myself from giving in to my tendency to help; to come to the rescue; to bail him out.
That’s not my job, but it sure feels like standing around waiting for her to grow up is taking way too long. And he sure doesn’t understand why I’m just standing here waiting and not putting out my hand to help.
I am helping. Just not her version of help.
I know what the issue is, but if I give in what would be the learning life lesson; the character building experience; the chance to grow from struggle?
There wouldn’t be one.
The child/adult needs this to happen. Consequences from actions. That’s how life works.
I just wish I didn’t have to be the eye witness to the fall and the struggle to climb back out.
But that’s my job.
I’m a mom, after all.