When you become a parent. You have these worries that never leave you. From the moment youโre pregnant. All the what ifs, the dos and donโts. Then, your little one comes into this world. Theyโre in your arms and the worry has now escalated. Youโre responsible to raise a tiny person into a world full of obstacles. You want them to be better than you ever were. You start to thing itโll be everything you ever imagineโฆtil itโs not.
Everyoneโs situation is unique from parenting differently to raising our little ones that have different personalities and struggles. You struggle inside with the exhaustion, the constant am I good enough, and the guilt of everything you probably did wrong that day. Youโre touched out, overstimulated, doing the things you had promised youโd never do. Well, thatโs just it. Parenthood, a whirl wind.
For me, weekends come along where Iโm off from work and Iโm busy figuring out how to entertain my older son with autism. Heโs obsessed with his iPad and few toys keep him entertained. He likes all the messy things. Slime, paint, markers and playing with water. Winters in NY are long so we set up the little trampoline to tire him out. Our youngest attempts to do all the things brother does and though his curiosity is lovely it ends up with us wrestling him to stop climbing everywhere to touch everything. Nice things? Probably wonโt last long with those little fingers. I canโt tell you all how many charging cables weโve gone through in the past year alone.
Monday comes along and school comes along for my older son. Iโm grateful since he loves it and goes without a hitch to some wonderful people. Five hours doesnโt seem enough. Between cleaning, studying, working, chasing a 2 year old or running errands. My whole day is a blur and school is over.
Wednesdays is when exhaustion sets in. The burnout and relief. Husband is off that night and the next day. Although my most productive days. Theyโre also when Iโve reached peak lack of patience. I spend most of it recovering from the weekend. The laundry piling. The toys that are always out the disheveled mind and house. I lose myself in it all.
Are there good days? Yes. Thatโs why I focus on having some self care. To remember that I matter. That I do love my boys and watching them grow up together and that theyโre loved, cared for and counting on us to be there and watching their dad play and be silly with them are moments I recall the most. How lucky they are to have my parents and watch their faces light up when they see their grandkids. Itโs wonderful.
But burnouts happen. You feel less than yourself and itโs okay. Cry. Scream into a pillow. Take a moment for yourself. This isnโt perfect journey. Youโre learning just as much as they are. A little grace goes a long way. Havenโt you earned yourself that?
Parenthood is hard. Motherhood can be lonely and hopeless at times. Other times itโs about the love, giggles and smiles. Or holding their small hands in yours and wondering how long will this last. But, everyday you wake up and you do it all over again.