I wrote this post early last week. What made this particular day even more difficult was the fact that while I was sitting at the computer and put Gelli by herself in front of the t.v. (only a few feet from me) she was able to get a hold of my DSLR and cracked the protective lens because she pulled the camera off the table and onto the floor. I have never felt it was a good idea for me to publish a post when I was very emotional or upset. So I let this post sit a little while and my frustration subsided which allowed me to make a few adjustments.
For those of you who are parents…I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how some days are really difficult. Heck…there are nights that are difficult too. These are the nights when you don’t feel so hot yourself, but your baby has fever. These are the nights where everyone seems to have a nightmare (probably from that stupid Courage the Dog cartoon that is so darn scary) at different times which means that you do not get more than one hour of sleep…straight.
If you read other parenting blogs and are on social media, you have seen those posts…the ones that start out something like this:
“Behind every great kids is a mom who is pretty sure she’s screwing it up.”
Yesterday was one of those days and last night was one of those nights…
I know we have all been there…and I KNOW I’m not alone when I think about the bang up job that I’m doing as a mother. But the recent posts that have been coming up on my feed the past few weeks are things like comparing parenting in the 70’s and 80’s to parenting now. And to be honest…it’s got me wondering…It’s got me so much more contemplative…it’s got me questioning if I’m on the right track or if I have veered off somewhere and am stuck somewhere in the details.
Gelli had nightmares last night. I couldn’t figure out what had her all riled up.
Miggy had nightmares last night. And with how many times Gelli woke up I couldn’t devote any time to soothing his worries except to encourage him to find his deep breathing techniques. I have always taught Miguel to turn to The Lord’s Prayer, because it is the most powerful prayer we can say. It’s given to us by The Creator Himself. It’s a source of strength and power for my lil guy…it’s what I tell him can help him get thru the scariest moments in life and the scariest nightmares.
Diego was quite demanding yesterday, and disappointed that he couldn’t go meet up with his friends to play. Diego is often demanding. He has this intensity about him that I love and appreciate when he’s focused on something that’s great and wonderful and productive. BUT, it’s too much to handle sometimes…most especially when he is harping on wants, on toys, and on things he can get hung up on.
And Gia had a rough day at volleyball practice. She totally gets the team play. But I think sometimes the drive that both Nino and I had in sports to be competitive is not something that she possesses. I know she loves to play. I know she was disappointed by some recent developments with the team and the upcoming tournament but she also has a hard time expressing herself about all of it. After lots of tears, and some uncomfortable prodding on our part, she was finally able to find her voice about the situation and in the end, even she understood a little bit better what it was that was actually upsetting her.
Things weren’t quite going the way that I planned them in the house. Gelli found a Sharpie marker that Diego left on the coffee table. I couldn’t catch up with all the cleaning. Dinner was not exactly what I had planned for it to be. (But our bellies were full none the less.)
It was just one of those days…and one of those nights.
It was difficult.
Difficult is ok. I know I will survive. I may even laugh about all of it when I’m not so tired anymore.
But I wanted to ask you Mommas…how do you bounce back from a day like this? How do you bounce back from one of those difficult days where you question everything it is that you are doing as a Momma?