“There is no such thing as a perfect parent. So just be a real one” -Sue Atkins
Raising tiny humans is hard.
When people talk to you about kids they usually tell you how amazing it is, how rewarding it is, and beautiful it is. Except your parents..or at least mine. Mine always told me that they couldn’t wait until I had kids and I never really understood why they said it a little sarcastically with a twinkle in their eye. I really thought that they couldn’t wait until I had kids. That they were excited to be grandparents one day. Until I finally realized that what they were really saying was, “I can’t wait until you have kids…because it will be sweet revenge.
The truth about parenting? Raising kids is hard. And no one tells you that. I’m not sure if we’re just scared to admit that we all pretty much suck at parenting or if it’s just frowned upon to actually tell people the truth. Society tells us that life should be unicorns and rainbows so we feel bad about ourselves when we’re going through a hard time. And social media is nothing but a highlight reel. No one has the perfect life and not a single person has the perfect kids.
I mean, I currently have a 10 year old who talks back and acts like a mother to her brothers (sometimes we yell at them at the same time and say the same exact thing…it’s a little scary), a 6 year old who is super sensitive and has an epic temper, and a 4 year old who is terrified to poop in the potty. They fight all the time, rat each other out, hit, push, kick, and torture each other. And the temper tantrums? They’re in full force at our house.
Clearly my parenting skills are less than stellar. Because the thing is…I’m not perfect and my kids aren’t perfect. It’s safe to say that we are perfectly imperfect in every way. Some days, I’m on my “A” game. I get everything done on my to-do list before noon and play with the kids all afternoon. We laugh and smile and have a good time together. Then there are days where I’m grabbing for the wine before noon wondering how I’m going to make it until bedtime.
But good days or bad, I’m learning how to be better…how to do better and I’m trying my best. I like to think that my kids see me work hard, that they know I’m trying and doing the best I can because that’s what they’re doing. We’re all learning from each other, growing together, and loving each other even on the days we don’t really like one another. All we can do is our best and some days our best isn’t good enough. And on those days we feel like failures. On those days we feel like we not only fail ourselves but we fail our kids too.
Raising tiny humans is hard. It is not glamorous, most days it’s not even fun. Yes it is rewarding, and it can be amazing and it is a love that can’t be described. But it is also hard. And at the end of the day, we’re all just doing the best we can.