As I write this post I am currently dodging flying tulips as my toddler dances on the table and destroys my flowers. I slowly remove my coffee cup from his grasp, take a sip while giving him a smile and then continue typing. I could remove him from the table but lets face it, he’s just going to climb back up the moment I set him on the ground. This is my behind the highlight reel.
With social media being a key player in today’s world, it can often filter the way we see things. There are so many pretty pictures of perfectly cleaned homes, kids in frilly dresses with perfect hair, moms in clean white pants that our vision (and thoughts) can get a little fuzzy. These highlight reels that we see often paint unrealistic pictures that leave us feeling inadequate and often that we are failing. Failing ourselves, our kids, our spouses. What we forget is that these are tiny, minuscule moments in one’s life and not the whole picture. What we don’t see is that it took the mom 3 hours to get her kid to sit still so she can braid their hair, or that her white pants really have mustard on the side and her house, well there’s laundry hiding around the corner and Cheerios down the hall. What we need to do is remind ourselves that we are not alone throughout this parenting journey and we are most certainly not failing. Some just filter their highlight reel a little more than others.
So to all the moms just remember, that behind the highlight reel, you are never alone.
You are not alone when you are removing the kicking and screaming child from the playground as its time to go.
You are not alone when you remind your kid for the millionth time not touch all the things and your mom voice slips out.
You are not alone when your kid spills spaghetti sauce all over their brand new shirt and your white pants.
You are not alone when you push the laundry basket to the side for the 7th day in a row, perhaps the fairies will come tonight right?
You are not alone when your kid requests the “orange” macaroni, you know the kind that comes in the box and is an unrealistic shade of orange? Let’s just blame it on undeveloped taste buds and celebrate the fact that it takes less than 10 minutes to make and their will be no whining over dinner.
You are not alone when all you want to do is have 5 minutes of quiet time, even if it means locking yourself in the bathroom and inhaling some chocolate.
You are not alone if your whole house isn’t white, I mean let’s face it darker colours hide the dirt (and the crayons) better.
You are not alone when you attempt to take your kids to do something educational, like visit the library per say and have to remove your kids because they are being too loud aka they were being kids.
You are not alone when you try to explain the emotional roller coaster of being a mom to your husband. No matter how hard you try, they will never understand.
You are not alone when you put the kids in the car and hit the nearest drive thru for a cup of coffee and drive aimlessly just to have some down time and pray that they fall asleep.
You are not alone nor lazy for ordering your groceries online. Yes, I know our mothers and their mothers loaded the kids into the car and did all the shopping, unloading etc and survived to see the next day. Let’s chalk this up to better time management and less time spent convincing your toddler that they do not need that sugary cereal shall we? No one likes to hear about the meltdown in aisle three over the speakers.
You are not alone if you look forward to a glass of wine at the end of the day. While I am not saying my kids drive me to drink, there is just something nice and relaxing about sitting on the patio at the end of the day and sipping a glass of wine….in peace.
You are not alone when you wear your sweat pants and a t-shirt for the 3rd day in a row, it is the unofficial uniform is it not?
Lastly, you are not alone when you say don’t touch me (you know what I mean 😉 ), as the thought of having another set of hands touching you makes your skin crawl. Sometimes you’ve just been touched too much in one day and there’s no escaping it, you’re a mom and your kids love to
touch cling to you.
So let’s just remember, at the end of the day behind every pretty picture is just another mom clenching her teeth and trying to hold her shit together as she counts down to bedtime.