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If motherhood is about sacrifice and giving, does that make childhood about selfishness and taking?
Obviously babies need everything given to them and done for them. Toddlers can be very demanding, but the rewards are spontaneous hugs, kisses and lots of adorable artwork. School age kids are actually pretty fun with their warped sense of humor and playful conversations.
Teenagers are a whole different story. Teenagers can be as unpredictable as feeding wild animals.
- They might snatch food from your hand and run away.
- Other times they cautiously approach the food while looking for traps, and then run away.
- Or they might ignore the food all together, even though they haven’t eaten in days.
- Once in a while, they stand defiantly demanding your food.
- The worst is when they take your food (and a finger or two) and then throw rocks at you for giving it to them.
But we hang in there for the reward of those joyful meals with love and laughter.
I understand that if I do my job right, my children will become independent and this is part of the process. What I wasn’t prepared for is how lonely it can be not being needed. Apparently I assumed my kids would be independent, contributing members of society who want to spend time with me because they appreciate the sacrifices I made. We all know what they say about assuming.
Maybe motherhood should include a little more giving to ourselves – without feeling guilty! I usually worked in developing my talents, hobbies and friendships around my kids’ schedules. Not only did I short change myself, I missed the opportunity to teach my kids how to nurture friendships of their own. I have few close friends that have been in my life for more than 3 years. I worry some of my kiddos have the same challenge.
A lady once accused me of hurting my children by not working outside of the home. I’ve heard the argument that stay at home moms aren’t developing themselves, but the concept of having less to offer our children was a new one for me. I must admit I have much more interesting stories about my day now that I work outside of the home, but I can’t say I agree being a stay-at-home mom is a detriment. I think the answer is somewhere in the middle. Putting ourselves as a priority, feeding our interests and friendships not only makes our lives more robust, but gives our children a role model.
Motherhood requires a lot of sacrifice and we want to give our children the world. But I’d like to suggest being more mindful to what we are giving. In the spirit of giving a man a fish or teaching him to fish, let’s teach our children to value their mothers and to cook their own food. Who knows, maybe one day they will start cooking for us.
Discovering my sense of self causes me to reflect on my motherhood role. I spent the last 25 years being a mom. I was far from perfect – just ask the kids. But I loved them and my life revolved around them. While my kids were the center of my world, I never felt like one of those moms whose children were her entire universe. I took classes, had different business ventures and served at church and in Cub Scouts. Absolutely my kids were a huge part of my life, but I had plenty of other facets of my life.
When I got divorced, my foundation was upended. So much of what I thought was reality, turned out to be just my reality. I was aware of plenty of loose bricks in that foundation while I struggled through marriage. Afterwards, those bricks and several others crumbled away. I moved, left my network of friends and the comfort of my neighborhood. I was over 40 years old and for the first time I was living on my own.
I started working full time and I tried to do everything I did as a stay at home mom. I am still surprised that I’m still adjusting three years later. I tried to keep as many of the bricks in tack as possible, but only so much can could fit in a day. I now hate the saying “you make time for the important things”. I had to let go of many things that were important and clung to what was vital; work, motherhood (although in a much different form), and learning. I discovered writing isn’t a hobby, it’s the key to my sanity.
As much as I loved planning elaborate theme parties for my kids, I didn’t have the time or energy. The upside is they had outgrown the structure and preferred to hang out and eat. They lost interest in other traditions and often preferred to spend time staring at a screen or with their friends. I was tempted to try to force them to play with me, but I know the whole “You’re going to fun and like it” thing rarely worked. I tried to plan with them things to do. But feeling them cut those apron strings often left me more isolated than my divorce or moving away from my friends did.
Two years into my ‘new life’, I was still struggling to adjust. Then my middle daughter left for college. This is the daughter that cuddled and comforted me since she was little. She started mothering me before she was 10. We’d spent every day together for several months before school started. When she moved away, I felt so alone. I wandered around the house lost. I knew I’d miss her, but I wasn’t prepared for how much.
It’s a little early to be facing empty nest syndrome since the twins are still home. With the core of my world slipping away, more bricks crumbled and I had no footing. I suppose if things went according to plan, I would be part of a couple and we would handle the change by focusing more attention on each other and rekindling our relationship.
But the realization of how little my kids need me makes me see the importance of figuring out who I am and what makes me happy. I can’t depend on validation from my children, my boss, or a significant other to provide acceptance. I have to do it for myself. I’m the one responsible for building my bridge with bricks of self-love and purpose. I guess the advantage of being alone is I’ll have plenty of time to figure it out.
I miss having little kids, it’s such a change. I love my teenagers; they’re not sassy or rebellious. But, I miss the “excuse” to celebrate silly little holidays, having weekly summer themes and the other fun kids activities splattered all over Pinterest. Granted, my teenagers will play along with my silliness – especially if there is food involved. But at this stage of the game they are just as content, if not more so, to hang out in their rooms with their noses in books. It’s weird feeling like an empty nester when we’re all home together.
I don’t think it’s just me though. Take a minute and compare the number of blogs focused on young kid activitiescompared to the number of with teen activities. It’s about a 1:5 ratio. I think there is a golden window for themed stay-at-home summer camps and ice chalk. That window quietly starts shutting as the kids approach junior high.
Maybe I’m also missing being a stay at home mom. I enjoy my job and I work for a great company. But it’s hard to get everything done, much less to find the time to make Groundhog Day cupcakes.
All the more reason to revamp my blog. I’m in a different place than when I started my blog all those years ago. My challenge to adjust to my current life has seeped over to how my blog no longer feels like me. I’m hoping a blog makeover will help me feel more comfortable here, and maybe help me on my journey to feel more comfortable in my own skin.