Work In Progress

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We are all a work in progress. As much as some might think they are, nobody is born perfect. This applies to all layers of life, especially parenting.

We’ve all been there, childless, watching parents with their kids and either saying it out loud or only thinking that we will never to this or that. We might even have been brave (or shall I say overconfident) enough to lend advise. Advised that was based on how we THOUGHT things should be rather than what we KNEW worked for us.

I’ve been there too. I’m no saint. I watched parents and shook my head, thinking how much better I would handle the situation. I judged parents for “parking” their kids, little kids, in front of a portable DVD player or some other device in order to have a conversation under adults. It made angry to see parents give in when the child was having a fit and buying that lollie at the cashier. It made me feel sick in the stomach watching parents feeding their child junk food because it was refusing to eat the healthy vegetables.

I’m still no saint. But today I’m a wiser no-saint than I was back then. Parenting is actually so much more about learning than what I would have thought. It taught me. Life taught me. Parenting taught me. Trying hard to be a good parent taught me.

The lesson I learned as a parent is that sometimes all the good intentions you had, all the plans you made are faster out the window than lightning strikes.

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My first born was an extremely picky eater and he did not eat much. It drove me crazy, especially being my first child. So more often than I’d like to admit I let him have the fries instead of standing my ground. I took him out of his bed and cuddled with him until he was asleep so many times instead of letting him cry (something I still don’t agree on). We let him watch his favorite TV shows on whatever device in order for us both to sit down and enjoy a meal together. A meal that was still hot when eating it. We let him watch his TV show so we could end our conversation. A conversation we had started so many times but never managed to get to the point.

Both of my kids brought me to the point I gave in more than once. And sometimes I still cave in from time to time.

I bought them their lollies at the cashier. Not because they were throwing a tantrum for not getting it but because they kept asking. And asking. And asking. And asking why not. And asking again. And at one point, on a day you don’t feel up for telling no over and over again, you give in. It might be the only day you ever give in.

Then, in that very moment, the only moment you give in, the one day you can’t keep saying no, the day you are just too tired of arguing, you get judged. Judged by the woman behind you in the queue. That woman who is yet to become a mother but thinks she knows everything. The woman who thinks it’s all a walk in the park. The woman who thinks she will walk out the hospital ready to exercise again, fitting in her pre-pregnancy cloths right after giving birth. The woman who thinks she will never be exhausted, never not manage to shower, never cry, never have vomit all over her or will never have to deal with a tantrum. The woman who thinks she will never “let herself down” to the level she looks like she just escaped a train wreck…

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On a good day, you just look at that woman and smile at her with that knowing smile. Maybe even with a feel sorry smile. Knowing that you once were that woman too.

But, wow, life taught you differently!

There is no manual for parenting. Just like education there is no right or wrong. No one way fits all. Every child is different. Every adult is different. Every combination of parent and child is different. So it needs a different approach. And believe me: Sometimes you just don’t want to argue anymore. Not over lollies, not over broccoli, not over fries, chocolate or ice cream. Not over fruit, not over cloths or shoes or socks. Sometimes the time is right to just give in. Sometimes the time is right for that device, to “park” the children in front of a TV. Just for keeping you marbles in line. Just to finish a conversation for once. Just to know they ate something.

Will it do any harm? I doubt it.

My children know their limits. They know that a “no” is a “no” even if I gave in at times. They love eating vegetables and fruits, they enjoy a balanced diet. They play, they are outside, they read, they have good teeth and they are healthy. So far, so good.

What they also learned over the years is, that parents are no super humans. They learned that we have our flaws too, that we reach limits as well and that sometimes we crash land. I believe it’s not a bad lesson for them to learn.

So to all you wonderful people out there who have not had the pleasure yet to become a parent, to be a mother or a father: Consider that the situation will feel completely different once you are actually in it. Things look so much easier from the outside. If you actually manage one day to raise your children without giving in on occasions and without once admit to yourself that you would have never thought parenting will push you over that point, then let me know…

For all you moms out there that have caved in, made mistakes, felt bad about it on occasions but learned your lesson and all your kids and yourself survived anyway: High five, sister!

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18 thoughts on “Work In Progress

  1. Lots of true and wise words here. I gave up judging others a long time ago. I’m nowhere near a perfect mother, I’ve made plenty of mistakes but I like to think I’ve done the best I can to bring up my two kids to be responsible decent human beings. Like you said, there’s no manual for parenting, but if we have good intentions and we do our best, then as far as I’m concerned that’s enough. Great post.

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  2. Wise words. We did not have children for the first 10 years, but I grew up raising younger siblings, so I knew better than to judge. are so right, you have to “pick your battles”. Some things are just not worth fighting over…with children, young or old. ❣️

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  4. I chuckled at “the moment you gave in”…oh! I know that feeling….LOL. Then being judged for it…I’ll say screw it and let the lady behind me roll her eyeballs. :p I’m pretty strict (and super flawed) with my kids and parenting, Still, some battles are just not worth the insanity that follows so half an hour of tv or some ice-cream or chocs ain’t going to kill. :p

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  5. Sitting here with my mom, who too often apologizes for not being the perfect parent, for making mistakes, after posting my comment to your earlier post about who we need to be, the timing could not be more perfect! Incredible karma at work. If anything, by way of apology to my daughter for my guilt-inducing behavior, I would send her a message titled “Don’t want to sound like Grandma but…”. I have done this a few times in the past, to both my daughters, who thankfully seem to understand where I’m coming from.

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