Summer of Joy - Unplugged
I'm bummed I'm not the fun mom all the time, like I thought I'd be. I'm sad that I make breakfast and lunch as fast as I can so I can have my meal alone in front of the computer. It makes me crazy how I make the kids feel bad about the mess they've made of our house. And I regret all the times I've just had to go to my room and let a few tears fall because I'm overwhelmed with the task of keeping four people alive everyday (myself included). I wasn't totally delusional when I became a parent that it would be all euphoria all the time, but I did try for four years to have a baby and that dream of mine got bigger and better after every failed month. I just knew that all my gifts and talents aligned with being an awesome mother. I pretty much felt like I was going to rock at it. What I didn't know was that six years in and I would sometimes be scanning the classifieds for part-time jobs just so I could not listen to preschoolers fight all. day. long. . . . WANTED: cat bather . . . .hmmm sounds nice. . . . Please know that I of course am being dramatic if I make this sadness seem like a 24/7 occurrence. There are great moments of joy in my life as a mom. But it's been too many days of drudgery for my liking.
So this spring it was one of those days and I was hiding from my children in my room, sitting in the chair that I used to nurse them and writing my ever-loving heart out. More of a prayer really. "Lord, something needs to change." My stream of writing led me to a place where I needed to make a plan on how to stop the wasting of time in my children's childhood and in my motherhood. To be purposeful in each day that I had with them. To find joy in being a mother again. And to create an environment where each stage in life is honored. Easy fix right? Nope, kinda like putting a cap on an oil well in the Ocean. I knew I had the building blocks, I knew I was once there not long ago, but honestly, when the twins came, I went to this place in my parenting that was a "just get by" kind of thinking and I've been a skipping record ever since. That was ok for then. We survived. Now it's time to live. The week before school stopped, I started to plan.
This is the only summer Tobin is going to be six and the only summer Jabe and Phoebe will be four, and quite frankly, the only summer I am going to be 33. I had so much fun creating our summer. The first day of summer I unplugged all our TV's and computers. (let me just take a break and let that soak in for you.) This was not for any educational reason, (although research supports that a non-screen environment is best for brain development. I prefer to parent with risks.) I was doing this to get me out of my rut. When things got out of control at my house I turned on the TV and tuned out of my kids lives. The skill I found out I had to master, living screen free, was not to turn into a cruise director where my kids needs me to provide continues entertainment. And how to deal with my house getting a lot messier from all the creative play.
So I can't wait to share our summer with you. It's almost over and in just a few weeks my oldest will be out of my care five hours for five days a week. First grade is going to change our relationship. I'm hoping it will only change quantity not quality. And just a heads up I'm feeling so much better about my mothering and I found that I am cut out for this, just not the way I was doing it.