If you are a mother, then chances are you are familiar and versed well with every so often allowing yourself to indulge in some mom quiet time while your kid independently entertains themselves.
And yet it is this momentary lapse of motherhood judgement that lulls you into a false sense of security to actually think that you could enjoy some much needed me time that most undoubtedly gets interrupted by your kid’s piercing screaming.
This is quite simply, because as much joy as there is in being a mother, moms all need even just five minutes to ourselves.
Yet chances are if your kids are too quiet practically right under your nose, Murphy’s Law will counteract this by overturning it with that same kid doing something to harm themselves physically. These are the times, in motherhood when your kid hurts themselves, that are so very fragile.
You know what I am throwing down here. If you are a mom, then chances are you are well versed in all that can go wrong when you do take your eyes off your kids to steal a few quiet moments for yourself.
This is undoubtedly a Mom Fail Moment. See as my great-grandmother always used to say about motherhood, beware of kids you cannot hear or see, who are having too much fun, because someone will inevitably get hurt.
And yet no matter how hard we successfully keep our babies safe for 9+ months, when pregnant, once they are born into this world, then it is fair game for us to make all sorts of mistakes, including those that take place during the 30 plus seconds that you might take your eyes off them.
Even in those very early days, when we wouldn’t dare take our eyes off them even for a few seconds, the mistakes were on the smaller scale, such as putting the baby down too soon only to have them screaming their head off to just be held.
Granted at the time this may seem like biggest err of judgement this side of the grand Mississippi, but as our kids get older, we realize the old saying, “Little children, little problems, Big Children, Big Problems” brings more merit to it than you could ever have imagined.
I still remember the first time I laid eyes on both my girls freshly out of my womb and the overwhelming joyous feeling that both were just magnificently perfect. I also recall thinking foolishly that there would never come a moment that I would indeed take my eyes off of them.
And yet as the years have gone by, I still look at both my girls with those same motherly rose colored eyes with all the joy that being their mother has bestowed upon me, but still they are indeed fragile having each garnered their own imperfections both physically and emotionally, as well. Both hurt equally and are truly hard to stomach either way for me, as I know I have totally made my fair share of mistakes on both grounds with on my watch with them.
Yet, the physical ones are indeed generally easier to spot in all honesty and have usually occurred during those times when I am there, but most likely not having all eyes on them literally as it becomes harder to do this the older they get, because quite simply they are now in constant motion versus those newborn days when they couldn’t even roll over let alone run all amok all over the house.
For instance, my older daughter got a cut on her face from simply bumping into her bedroom door handle as she was getting up from the floor where they were playing that her sister closed when she wasn’t paying attention recently. By the way this is all I saw overtime as I looked at her little cherub face in the aftermath and yet within days my same girl had her spring pictures at school.
Of course, that cut was front and center in my mind’s eye when I got those pictures back, as well. All I can say is thank god for photoshop and my knowledge of how to fix this slight imperfection for the pictures to not forever immortalize this accident. Now if I only I could figure out how to photoshop life’s mistakes in general.
Another instance occurred only a few days ago when my younger daughter slipped on her Disney princess tiara dress up dress that she didn’t clean up after playing with and ended up with a broken wrist at only 4 years old.
I knew immediately by the scream she let out that this was going to end badly, even after she swore hours later, as well as the following morning that she was fine with no physical evidence, such as swelling to indicate that it was anything more than a bad sprain. However, I could see that she was holding her right arm more tentatively, almost in the air not wanting to put pressure on it.
I wish to god I had been wrong with my gut feeling on this, but still words cannot even begin to explain the enormity of my feelings upon seeing my innocent, four year old with a huge hot pink cast on her tiny arm for the first time. Trust me the lump in my throat, as well as the tears streaming down my face, spoke volumes.
Still these are just two instances that prove that even though I know full well that I can’t always keep my eyes on them constantly when they are in my home (never mind when they aren’t) practically under my nose that I also can’t always can’t keep my kids safe or unharmed no matter how I try, because accidents and mistakes will happen as they grow up since I can’t hover or put them in a bubble to keep them safe.
See being a mother, as joyous as it is, is also so very fragile with moments such as the above instances that have occurred, which can blindside even the best mother, because quite simply moms are just human and most definitely not perfect.
So we moms need to cut ourselves a break on this, because the true irony is that behind every great kid(s), is still mostly likely a mom who is pretty surely convinced she somehow is screwing it all up with the same kid(s) that view their mom as the one person who can fix all that does ails them.
This post was written for the One Word Blog Linkup that is hosted by Lisa of The Golden Spoons (who is off this week on vacation), Marcia of Blogitudes and yours truly, too.
The words for this week are: Joy or Fragile; Please feel free to linkup and join us this week.
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