A few weeks ago, I received a message from my sister, who welcomed her third child in February. She wrote, “Please tell me you have days when you just can’t cope. When escaping the house feels like the only way to get through. I need to hear this from someone else.” I couldn’t help but chuckle, despite knowing she was completely serious. My immediate thoughts were along the lines of “every single day,” “just this morning,” and “on a minute-by-minute basis.”
Parenting is incredibly challenging. It’s the toughest job I’ve ever taken on, even surpassing my experience of running six miles daily in stifling humidity and commuting for an hour to the newspaper office. I used to train for marathons while pushing a double stroller with a 4-year-old and a 3-year-old. I even worked under a narcissistic boss. Yet, parenting remains the most demanding endeavor I’ve faced.
There are countless moments throughout my day where I contemplate giving up and fleeing to the serene Riverwalk in downtown San Antonio, a place where my husband and I thrived before kids—a time when I didn’t have a mini panic attack every time a child ventured too close to the edge of the path, imagining myself leaping into the murky waters to rescue them.
Just last week, while I was transferring a load of laundry from the washer to the dryer, my 3-year-old twins dashed outside into our usually safe backyard. In less than two minutes, I returned to find one of the twins inside, and the entire house reeked of gasoline. “Why does it smell like gasoline?” I asked, half-heartedly. The guilty look in my twin’s eyes told me everything I needed to know.
“What were you doing out there?” I probed. “Nuffing,” he replied, but I knew better. Moments later, his twin brother entered, smelling like a gas station. When I checked the deck, I was horrified to discover their father’s gas can—a locked item that somehow the twins had managed to access in record time. They had poured gasoline all over the deck, the grass, and themselves. Thank goodness no one in our household smokes, or we might have been in serious trouble.
I quickly tossed them into the bathtub (which wasn’t on my agenda for the morning) while the baby wailed downstairs, unhappy about being left alone in his jumper seat. My husband took on the task of cleaning the deck—a job that definitely wasn’t planned for that day—while I scrubbed the twins down. With the Texas summer heat reaching unbearable highs, we worried the gasoline-drenched grass might ignite and put us all at risk.
That morning was one of those days where I truly felt like giving up. It’s impossible to stay one step ahead in my house. I can’t toddler-proof every room or keep them out of everything that captures their curiosity. It would take an army of me to do so.
In the past, I felt guilty about these overwhelming feelings. I would chastise myself for wishing that my twins weren’t so rambunctious or so endlessly curious. However, I’ve learned an important lesson through my parenting journey: experiencing moments when we want to escape or feel completely overwhelmed doesn’t mean we love our children any less.
These little beings can be the best and worst parts of our lives in the blink of an eye. There are days when I love sitting beside my twins, enjoying their playfulness, and then there are days when I consider listing them for free on Craigslist. (Of course, I’d have to embellish the ad: “Two well-behaved twins, ages unknown.” Who in their right mind would willingly take on two 3-year-olds?)
There are hours when I cherish flipping through old photo albums, reminiscing about the days they were in incubators as premature babies. Yet, there are also days that feel like lifetimes away from those moments, especially when they stick their hands into the toilet to explore the floating “treasures.”
Parenting isn’t for the faint-hearted; it’s an immense responsibility. Nurturing another human being to grow into a decent adult is incredibly tough. Throughout our parenting journeys, we will often feel like throwing in the towel. This is simply part of the experience.
I quickly replied to my sister, “Yes, I do. Almost every day. It doesn’t make you a bad mother.” Because it doesn’t.
These conflicting emotions—between wanting to give up and knowing we can’t—ultimately make us stronger as parents and deepen our understanding of love. Just when I think I’ve reached my limit, my toddler discovers a can of paint left unattended, resulting in a colorful masterpiece on the pantry wall. By the end of this adventure, I’m sure I’ll emerge as an even more resilient person.
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Summary
Parenting is a challenging journey filled with moments of overwhelm, where feelings of wanting to escape can arise. It’s a complex emotional landscape that doesn’t diminish our love for our children. The struggles and victories we face help shape us into more resilient individuals.