Growing up, I was the child my parents longed for after a seven-year wait. My mom meticulously tracked her temperature daily, hoping to conceive after my sister was born. I deeply appreciate their dedication, feeling cherished from the moment I entered the world—albeit in a rather ungraceful manner on April Fool’s Day. My family, including my mom, dad, and older sister, showered me with affection. My mother believed that a baby should never have to cry, which gives you an idea of how often I was set down in my first year. While I had my share of childhood rules, I was never deprived of anything, leading me to expect that life would be a continuous stroll of getting what I wanted. And yes, I rarely shed a tear.
Becoming a Parent: A Wake-Up Call
Becoming a parent is a significant wake-up call for someone who felt secure in their position in life. When I held my newborn son, small and fragrant, my self-assurance was instantly shattered. What was I doing? I was the adult now? The reality was staggering. Despite appearing to have my life together—I was married, employed, had a mortgage, and a dog—I didn’t truly feel grown-up until I was responsible for that tiny life. I was terrified; he was so vulnerable, and it was my duty to ensure his survival. Suddenly, everything revolved around him, and I understood that my life would never be the same.
The crying was relentless—both from him and me. “How can a baby not cry?” I sobbed to my mom one night, convinced she had misled me about my own infancy. “Well, maybe you cried occasionally,” she confessed, likely to ease my feelings of inadequacy.
The Challenges of Motherhood
Things didn’t become simpler as he transitioned to toddlerhood, started school, or when his sister arrived. I had to step up and learn to be the adult mom who cooked for a family while juggling a baby. There were days I barely had time to check my reflection before rushing out the door. I was now a mother, someone’s caregiver, responsible for nurturing, feeding, and teaching them how to navigate life.
My children showed immense patience as I evolved in my new role. They would gently pat my hand as I cried over burnt toast and present me with crudely cut-out hearts to reassure me that I was on the right path as their mom. Their sticky hugs reminded me that perfection wasn’t necessary; all I needed to do was try my best—for them.
Continuing to Grow
I’m still in the process of growth. I often find myself unsure of the proper response when they bring home a poor report card, roll their eyes, or utter something inappropriate in front of their grandparents. The journey of parenthood is messy and challenging. I now realize I’m compensating for all the tears I didn’t shed as a pampered child.
Yet, when I cradle their faces and say, “You are a wonderful child. Thank you for choosing me to be your mom,” I hope they feel as wanted and loved as I did. I can almost feel my mom’s embrace, never letting me down, signifying that I’m gradually figuring this out, like a genuine adult.
Resources for Further Reading
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Conclusion
In summary, my journey from a coddled child to a responsible parent has been filled with challenges and growth. While I navigate the complexities of raising children, I strive to provide them with the love and support I experienced growing up.