Three years ago I was seriously contemplating not having children.
I was thrilled with my work, my marriage, and my free time to do things I enjoyed. And then we had Greyson. Our 99th percentile baby boy.
Becoming a parent changes you. Your priorities change. And before you know it, you’re doing every single thing you SWORE you’d never do.
I said I would never let my living room become the play area. MY child would keep their toys in their room. Neat. Tidy. Orderly.
Yet, this is how my living room looks daily. We seem to reset it 100 times a day, only to let Greyson bring us back to this.
I said I would never let my child get messy for meals. MY child would be civilized and I would teach him to eat properly (go ahead and laugh at that one). He would also NEVER eat fatty foods like bread and pasta. And he would certainly NEVER have mac n’ cheese, HA!
However, we now just go ahead and strip him for meals because the mess is inevitable plus it’s part of the fun (sensory development, am I right?).
I also said I would keep a clean house. A child keep me from cleaning? What?!
Yet now I don’t even bother sweeping up his crumbs because I have learned the pasta (that he would NEVER eat) will get dried up and easier to sweep in the morning.
This list of “the things I would never let MY child do” could go on and on and on but you get the point, right?
All these things do is bring on the Mom guilt.
There’s always some Mom doing things better than you.
Their kid only eats vegetables. Their kid uses a spoon at 7 months. Their kid only plays in their room. Their kids sleeps all night. Their kid shows no sign of teething. Their kid naps on a schedule and always, always lets them catch up on their shows. Their kid absolutely does not bite them with their newly developed teeth.
All of these things bring the guilt on.
It can make you feel CRAZY.
And I’ve been there. I went a little crazy for a bit.
I tried, relentlessly, to keep our house clean. To keep Greyson on the world’s most perfect schedule.
But it didn’t work. I continuously fell short because I kept doing all the things I said I would never do. And all the things other Mom’s said they were not doing.
And I was diagnosed with Postpartum Depression. The diagnosis I said I would never get because I would be the best Mom. The most researched Mom. The do-it-all Mom.
But I got help. I got on medication. I handled business.
Some days are still tough. I feel overwhelmed. I cry in parking lots. I’m only human. But some days I feel like SUPER MOM. I vacuum the house. I do my homework. I get Greyson to giggle for 5 minutes straight. I “do-it-all”.
And I’m done saying never. Who knows what I’ll be letting Greyson do next month. It changes daily- for survival. Can I get an Amen?