Okay, time for a little rant.
Yesterday I decided to turn into a mannequin—meaning the muscles in my neck took over and wouldn’t allow my head to turn. My neck hurt so bad that on the way to the chiropractor, I had to look out of the corner of my eye to see if there was anyone else at the four-way stop.
So after some rigorous adjustment, I could finally move my neck but it also felt like I had a herd of wild horses chained to my neck muscles and I had been dragged through a field.
I have three kids and I think they are pretty good kids. My oldest who is 6 helped watch my 9-month old who was crawling all around trying to “vacuum” the floor and turning the controls off and on which move the chiropractic table. I didn’t hear a peep out of my 3 year old. But when it was time for me to pay my bill, they did their favorite thing, which is to stand by the door and open it and dangle their hands and feet through the opening.
I told them once to get away from the door for many obvious reasons—pinched fingers, legs, etc. as well as being in the way of other patients coming in. So when they didn’t move, I turned---no, not my head b

ut my whole body,
because as my husband said I am C3PO and I can’t turn my head---anyway, I turned and said, “That’s one!” in a stern voice.
Immediately, they moved away from the door and over to a chair in the waiting room. The receptionist looked at me and said,
“Oh, just enjoy them. They’ll be gone before you know it and you’ll miss these days.”
I said, “Yeah, maybe some parts.”
*Do you feel a rant coming on?
Why do people feel the need to say
“Just enjoy them,” when you are disciplining your kids? Or better yet, why do they say this if heaven forbid, you complain about a hard time you’re having? Or why do people say,
“Been there, done that,” whenever you say anything about your kids? Why do they say,
"Just enjoy them," during a moment no one in their right mind would enjoy?
So, this is what I would have liked to say, but didn’t want to come off rude, yet another reason I love blogging. What I wanted to say was,
“Oh, just enjoy them like you enjoyed your kids when they were misbehaving, or just enjoy them when you’d like to cry and throw up because your neck hurts so bad you can’t even think straight?”
This lady has kids and grandkids and I can understand that maybe she does miss the days when her kids were home and busy making memories. Maybe she even has regrets about moments missed or times forgotten.
Given this fact, why is it so hard for other moms to be understanding and say, “It’s hard isn’t it?”
Or
“you’re doing a good job, keep it up.”
Or
“I remember those days, keep your chin up.”Or
“It’s hard to have little kids, you’ll get through it.”I’m not sure why people always jump on the bandwagon of
“Just enjoy them,” when others are disciplining their kids. Should we stop disciplining our children? In the above example, I wasn’t yelling or screaming or beating my kids—that’s not discipline—I was using a method that works for my kids and keeps them safe.
When you see a mom having a hard time with her little ones, don’t say,
“Just you wait until they’re teenagers.”Or better yet, if you ever hear a new mom complaining about how little sleep she’s had, don’t say,
“Just you wait until they’re teenagers and you’ll be up all night waiting for them.”Don’t even get me started on this one—
I don’t know any teenagers with normal development that are up every single night, every three hours needing fed and changed and rocked. If you’re staying up because your teenager is out late, that’s your choice and if your teenager IS out every night gallivanting around, they shouldn’t be. I can say this because I was a teenager and so were all my siblings, friends and relatives and I don’t know a single one of them that got less than three hours of sleep for two months straight. Like I said, don’t get me started.
So, I also wanted to say to this lady,
"Yeah, like you enjoyed moments like this with your own kids? Do you miss cleaning up poop, puke, and pee?"I know that this time of my children’s lives is priceless and full of magic.
Does that mean I’m going to miss the fact that my 3 year old has a bladder the size of a pea and the pull-up couldn’t even hold all of the pee this morning so I have to wash her sheets, mattress pad, and protective sheet, and scrub her mattress again? If you’ve ever tried to do this on a top bunk bed, then you get me, right?
I WILL miss little things like taking them to the library and hearing them squeal over the new “Fancy Nancy” picture book or laughing when Gracie comes to me with a magic wand and says,
“Mom, somehow there is a dried booger on Maggie’s face.” And with a twirl of the wand runs off to show me where the dried offense is.
I will probably miss quiet times like this morning at five am when I got up to nurse my baby who was crying and when I picked him up, he started babbling “Ma,ma,ma,ma” and smiled at me.
I will miss how my three-year old plays make believe with her Barbies and when I overheard the Barbie tell her daughter, “Eat! Eat your food. How many times do I have to ask you to eat your dinner?”
There are many people who cannot have children for one reason or another. Even worse, tragedy has struck and they have lost a child. I understand it’s difficult for these people to hear others talk about the unsavory aspects of motherhood—I do understand because I’ve been on the other end with empty arms, listening.
So you might argue that mothers should never complain about their kids. If you’re going with that argument then no one should ever complain who is alive because it’s a gift to be alive.
This argument is crap for two reasons:
Number one: Life is hard.
Number two: Why do people complain? Usually it’s because they want you to understand what they’re going through or maybe they are just making conversation. I’m not saying we should all take up complaining, I’m saying give people a break once in a while.
So if I sigh and say,
“I’m so tired. My baby woke up five times last night and my three-year old wet the bed and I have a mountain of laundry to do.” Do I want to hear, “Enjoy them.”?
Uh, no.
I do enjoy my kids! I love them! I am so thankful for them! Does that mean that just because I love them, it’s easy and there are never hard times? No, it means I love them and life is hard and being a mother is challenging. It means that above all, another mother who has BEEN THERE, DONE THAT, should be the first to step up with support, encouragement, and love.
Being a mother is hard and no one is perfect. The next time you see a mom having a difficult time, or hear a mom describing her crazy day, don’t say,
“Just enjoy them.” This is like going into the dentist’s office and telling the person getting a root canal,
“Just enjoy today, it’ll be gone soon.”
Don’t automatically assume that because a mom gets frustrated with her children she’s not enjoying them. Instead offer a shoulder to cry on, a pat on the back, a smile, a kind word, love. Being a mother is the hardest thing I’ve attempted thus far in life and I’m just beginning on the journey. I can honestly say that there are days where I want to rip my hair out and other days where I cry for joy watching the magic of my children’s lives unfold before me.

So yes, I will enjoy my kids and all the happy moments we have each day. I’ll enjoy the laughter, smiles, and squeals, but I will not look back on these days and wish that I could be on poop patrol again, or cleaning spit-up out of my bra because somehow the trajectory of the puke missile always goes right down my shirt. I don’t enjoy moments where my kids are fighting, teasing, screaming, crying, whining, and you get the point. I don’t enjoy those moments, but I do enjoy my kids. I love singing with them, reading to them, dancing with them, and watching them grow and discover the world around them.
I am calling to all mothers everywhere to support each other. We are mothers, we should be the most supportive of each other because we know how hard it is. We know what it feels like to try so hard to be the best parent and still mess up and feel guilty about that, but wake up the next day and try again.
Today, tell another mother that you love her, that she's doing a good job, that you understand and if she needs to talk, cry, complain, you'll be there.