We had a great talk in ECFE today. We were talking about isolation and fear related to parenting. There was a while that this resonated with us. We were having a hard time with moving, new baby, law school.... life got tough. We have so many people in our lives who are willing to help. We use them. Sometimes.
Other times we take care of it on our own. After all, we got ourselves into this "mess." Don't get me wrong, I love every day of this - but it is crazy. The children do sometimes swing from the chandeliers. There just may be food on the walls. One did use me as a tissue the other day.
But ECFE (if you don't go, I can't say enough why I think you should) reminded me that A) every single person in the room feels that way. Everyone. Sometimes raising a family makes you feel insecure and crazy. and B) anyone who doesn't know that it is crazy will soon enough. There is no reason to hide it.
I think the worst part for me isn't that someone will think my life is crazy. That is probably a given without having to step in and take on the kids alone. I am more worried that they will wonder what the hell I have been doing with all the time I do spend with the kids. That they will eat their boogers, hit each other or say really ridiculous things. I am concerned that they will think that I have not done a good job.
Being a parent is difficult. It is fun, cute, adorable and messy. Someday I will stop worrying when someone else helps us with the kids. Maybe. I do worry a lot.
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