Today I had one of those moments that I always thought I would be able to avoid. I do yoga. I read Depak Chopra. I was really pumped about the birth of the OWN network. I am someone who purposefully tries to be in the moment and optimistic. And today, I completely lost my shit while “disciplining” my 3-year-old daughter.
Seriously, I think my tantrum was way more impressive than hers. There was yelling, stomping, and irrational and broad sweeping generalities like, “Why do I have to do EVERYTHING by myself?” and “I don’t CARE what you want. This is about what I want.” Sprinkle in a generous helping of expletives directed towards my nearby husband, and you have an accurate picture of the scenario.
This was far from my finest moment as a mother, let alone as a grown-up, and you’re probably wondering why on Earth THIS is the occurrence I choose to share as my, ‘Nice to meet you moment.” Here’s why. After my outburst, I put myself in timeout. I went to my car, turned the AC on full blast, and I cried.
And I wondered, “Why on Earth don’t women ever talk about THIS part of mothering?” The parts that make you think, surely I’m not the one who is really in charge and has to make the decisions. The parts that make you want to tap out. Sub, please.
Most of the “mommy” blogs I have read are heavy on the at-home sensory activities and extravagantly themed birthday parties. It’s like a highlight reel of crafting and potluck dishes. Don’t get me wrong. I like many of the ideas I read on these blogs. I’m down with organic foods and my kids eat quinoa. But they also throw temper tantrums in the Princess aisle at Target. Can we talk about that too, please?
Granted, there is a lot to be learned for our highlight reel mother moments. But there is also value in our stained yoga pants, Curious George for the third time today moments. Perhaps here is a place to share about mothering and living, for real.