From a young age, I always envisioned myself as a parent. I recall a conversation I had with a friend during my teenage years, where we discussed our lives at 35. My dream was to be married with kids. She, however, expressed that she would never have children because she doubted her ability to be the mother she aspired to be. At that time, I found her perspective perplexing; how could she predict her future? I believed that individuals have the power to shape their actions and futures. At 15, I was all about that empowering mantra.
Reflecting on that conversation now, I realize how insightful she actually was. I am nothing like the mother I once imagined I would be. This doesn’t mean I don’t love my children or strive to be a good mom—though I certainly have my moments of chaos. But the idealized version of “that mom” could never survive in my reality.
The Mother I Thought I’d Be:
My children will always feel comfortable talking to me about anything without fear of judgment.
The Mother I Am:
They come to me with anything and everything, and boy, do I judge them hard! I’m like Judge Judy on a parenting bench. Even before they hit their teen years, I find myself critiquing their every move.
The Mother I Thought I’d Be:
My kids will have the freedom to choose the radio station while we’re driving.
The Mother I Am:
Absolutely not! After hearing the same pop hits on repeat, I take control of the radio. “When you have your own car, you can listen to whatever you want.” I can’t believe I echoed my own mother’s words!
The Mother I Thought I’d Be:
I will actively engage in playtime with my children.
The Mother I Am:
How naive I was to even think this was feasible! I once resented my mom for not playing with me enough, yet she made an effort! With chores, sibling obligations, and the endless cycle of drop-offs and pick-ups, I barely get a chance to sit down for a meal. Another round of Candy Land? No, thank you!
The Mother I Thought I’d Be:
My children will explore the world with me.
The Mother I Am:
Traveling is not just expensive; it’s a logistical nightmare when you have small children. Our last “trip” was a two-hour drive to a soccer tournament, where I seriously contemplated using duct tape to keep my older kids quiet. Travel? Not a chance!
The Mother I Thought I’d Be:
Each of my kids will have unique personalities, and their behavior will not dictate my self-worth.
The Mother I Am:
I was completely mistaken. Their achievements bring me joy, while their misbehavior feels like a personal failure in my parenting. Logically, I know this isn’t right, but it’s hard not to feel that way.
So no, I’m not the mother I envisioned. I have dust bunnies in the corners, I’m not trendy, and I can be cringeworthy at times. But I am present for them—24/7, through thick and thin.
And I’m finding humor in the chaos.
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In summary, parenting is a journey filled with unexpected twists. While I may not embody the mother I once thought I would be, I embrace the reality of my experiences and cherish every moment, even the chaotic ones.