Many moms out there are probably familiar with the oh so popular HBO sitcom, Sex and the City starring Sarah Jessica Parker, among others, that was popular in the 90’s and 2000’s. I was a late comer to this series, not watching it until introduced by my co-workers after the show was already a box set of DVD’s, and then really took to it when it was a constant play on the channel E, back when I had cable.
Needless to say, I fell in love with the characters, the idea of it all, and even though I no longer get to see it because I’m watching kid-friendly shows more frequently now, and I have yet to break down and purchase my own box set, I came to the realization that even though these characters for a better part of the series did not have children, and were not moms, their views on life still were spot on for motherhood in so many ways.
Please let me elaborate.
“I’m sorry. I can’t. Don’t hate me.”
While the show uses this as Burger’s attempt at a breakup with Carrie, this sums up how I feel at least once a day. While preparing dinner, or lunch, getting everything ready to attempt to go somewhere with the kids, any time that I have something I really need to get done and the girls want me to do something completely the opposite… “I’m sorry. I can’t. Don’t hate me.”
How about this familiar scenario? Your kid is in hysterics over something that is critical to his/her life and death, and yet, to communicate, all you get are shrieks, squeals, and whines.
Is it? I am really trying to help you out here kid, but the whining is not helping you to communicate to me on a level that I am able to decipher. If you could just stop that, for a second, and utter some of those fabulous words I know you know how to use, I could assist you in whatever it is that has gotten you to this level of hysterics so we can all calm down and be happy. Ok, pumpkin?
Or how about this one?
My youngest daughter has had many issues with choking. She had acid reflux when she was a baby and we put her on medicine for it. It was so bad that she would wake up in the middle of the night, unable to breathe and clear on her own. We even had to call 911 once. Luckily, and unbeknownst to us, they were literally like a few minutes down the road and got here fast. By the time they did, we had gotten her to clear, but the thick, clear mucus that was causing her such difficulty still rears its ugly head when she gets sick as it runs down the back of her throat and will cause her to choke, not as badly, but bad enough that she kinda throws it up. And every time this happens, every time I think she has gotten big enough that it won’t be an issue, it happens again.
That, in and of itself, has caused many a sleepless night. But it hasn’t been the only thing.
Well, as a mom, when that one thing you don’t have is SLEEP, it can’t help but affect everything that you do have SJP. And though it is much, much, much better now, sleep eluded me a lot as a new mom with my first baby, and at 4 months old when she was still a terrible sleeper, and it didn’t matter if I was back to work to her, it affected even more.
Yet here we are… we made it through.
Hey moms, have you ever felt this way? The house is a shambles, the kids are running helter skelter, there are tons of chores to do, mouths to feed and you don’t even know where to begin.
And so you think to yourself…
And you stop worrying about all the madness, as you can’t even for one more second.
But hey. Everything in momlife isn’t all bad. There’s gotta be something good to hold on to right?
And this is part of it. Regardless of the mess, the whines, the sleeplessness, the path to insanity… you will love those little ones with everything that you are, and at least until they become teenagers, they love you right back.
Or… can you?