I've made so many mental lists over the years of the kind of aunt, wife, mom, grandma, etc that I want to be. What has happened to all those lists? I know I'm a long way off from the mom I thought I'd be. I'm also not exactly the person I thought I'd be. There was so much that I hadn't learned about myself yet. I remember thinking that I had to reach perfection before I had kids, and was honestly a little disappointed when becoming pregnant didn't curb my cravings for junk food. I naively thought that as soon as I knew there was a baby growing inside me, all I'd want is to feed that baby the best. Imagine my surprise when the baby just wanted Ben and Jerry's.
I babysat a lot as a teen and saw how plenty of families worked. I saw things my friend's mom's did. One mom played scrabble with us every single day after school. We were in Jr. High and we really looked forward to that. Scrabble takes a really long time. That was a nice mom. I saw cute couples that I used to babysit (Pecks) and wanted to have a relationship like they had. Some mom's were ultra clean. Others were great at decorating. My mom was amazing with kids. She was super patient and read to us non-stop.
I picked out the best of each and wanted to be the mom that:
1. had a perfectly clean house
2. that never said no to sleepovers
3. gourmet cook that had healthy dinner on the table every night
4. played with her kids all the time
5. master decorator
6. date nights every weekend
7. super fit and in shape
8. lady with the great yard and garden
9. calm, positive and happy all the time
10. reads books to her children all day
11. always has good music on
I didn't think about how all those different things would come together. And for sure never thought about them all at once. As an adult, I've realized that what I want to be is not always compatible with my DNA. For instance:
Immaculate house--the trade-off wasn't worth it--I get too uptight. I like order, but I'm in no way a perfectionist and I kinda like to let loose and have a break from the house sometimes. Jared would like it if I let loose a little more when it comes to cleaning. I'll still take all the tips I can get.
Never saying "no" to a sleepover--again, not worth it. My kids are different when they have friends over. They are more self absorbed. They aren't into playing with their siblings. They don't want to do their jobs. So sleepovers are reserved for special occasions now.
I imagined I'd be a lot nicer too. I didn't realize how much exertion it takes to get kids to do things that they need to learn to do. It is frustrating sometimes! My teen aged self didn't romanticize being a strict mom. And I don't know if I qualify yet as strict(or maybe I do). But I'd like to be better at being nicely strict.
I'm good with #6. Someday I'm just going to hire a #5. And I'm still working on the rest. #9 is going to be in this life or maybe the next. #11 is easy, though sometimes all I want is for all noise to just stop.
Hopefully my "grandma" and "mother-in-law" list have a chance! At least by then my kids will hopefully be happy with the package deal.
To round it all out, I'll share 3 good things I've learned about my mothering self that surprised me:
1. I am very playful. We have a lot of laughs. I'm not as patient as I thought I was going to be. But I'm a lot more fun too.
2. I am great at expressing my feelings verbally. I tell them how much I love them constantly, and we have lots of hugs in this house too. My favorite moments are when we hang out by the fire and tell stories. They love to hear my tales about friends, games, etc from when I was their age.
3. I love beauty. My kids do too. Miles is always pointing it out to me and pointing out things like trees or flowers or even just the sky and saying, "Isn't it beautiful mommy?" I started hearing him say that a lot, and realized he was parroting me, and my tendency to say "Isn't it beautiful Miles?" I love that he knows to be appropriately thrilled when he sees an early forsythia bush in bloom, or when there is a particularly colorful tree. It makes me happy that these bring him joy, just as they do me. I love that he points it out to me, knowing I will appreciate it.
Being a mom isn't always what I expected. And sometimes I don't feel like I'm at my best. But at the end of the day I see my kids and know I must be doing something right, because they are pretty great.