Nothing quite says Happy Mother's Day
like an early morning scream from your child's bedroom. The good
news was that she was not hurt; she just had an 'accident'. Really,
does the child not realize she has a father as well...
The last time my daughter had an
'accident' was more than a year ago... so why Mother's Day of all
days...
Since I was up early, I started to
think about if this was what I pictured motherhood to be... while
grumbling and swearing under my breath as I loaded the laundry
machine.
Actually to everyone's surprise,
including mine, and especially my mother (which does not say much
about my mother's opinion of me), I LOVE being a mom.
I love spending time with my daughter.
I love watching her grow, do, and learn new things. I love watching
the ever changing expressions on her little face. I love watching
her create and make stuff. I love the hundreds and thousands of ugly
crafts that she brings home from school – even if most of them end
up in the recycling. I even sometimes love it when she is being a
little bit naughty, as she finds really interesting and creative ways
to be naughty (but that will be our secret)
However, I still have moments of doubt,
of what in the world did I sign myself up for. And, moments when I
think about handing in my resignation.
I admit there are times when my child
frustrates me to the point that I just want to yell to her that “I
QUIT! You think you know better, fine, you are on your own kid.”
I think I might have actually done that
once or a dozen times... I am not proud of this. I know there are
better ways of communicating my displeasure than to give my child an
abandonment complex. But, I have a bad temper, and though I try very
hard to control it, sometimes I still explode. I do apologize to her
after, and explain that mommy did not mean the things she said, but
mommy was very upset, and when you are upset, sometimes you end up
saying things to hurt people. Usually by then I am calm enough to
talk it out again.
So this mother's day, I will make my
daughter this promise (I am probably repeating my new year's
promises). I will try very hard to never say I will leave her ever
again, at least not indefinitely – I make no promises to stop
threatening to send her to her grandparents' or aunt's house
overnight until I calm down. I promise to try to calm down and to
spend more time listening and less time yelling/nagging at her. And,
I promise to try to be the best mommy that I can be for her. And if
this does not work, I am packing my bags and moving to Hawaii...
Does anyone have a suggestion to help
me calm down before I start yelling at my little girl? So far, I am
resorting to 'mommy timeouts' – I lock myself in my room for 5 min
(preferably with wine) to attempt to calm down before dealing with
her again.