All I want is some resemblance of normal

Posted: March 19, 2015 by Rachel

“You’re going to have to muster all the mommy patience you have,” my father in law said, as he headed towards the door on Tuesday night. And I knew in that instant that all I wanted to do was crawl under the covers of my bed and cry.
Cry for the past month. Cry for the pain and discomfort and frustration that my son is going through. Cry for all that I haven’t done, and all that I have yet to do. Cry for all of the weight on my husbands shoulders these days. Cry for the feeling in my gut never letting me forget me how painful and ridiculously hard motherhood feels.
As I write this, I’m sitting at the kitchen table, exhausted as it is long past the time my head would normally hit the pillow, afraid to give in and close my eyes. Because I was up with my son four times last night. Because he won’t stop hitting and throwing things. Because I’m having terrible, anxiety-ridden dreams. Because I’m afraid of how many times I will again be awakened before morning. Because of how I will feel tomorrow, and the day after that.
I’m trying so hard to be thankful in the midst of all this crazyness, to embrace motherhood no matter what shape it is taking at the moment, and to remember that everything is a phase and we will eventually come out on the other side of this.
But it’s hard.

And I know there are other parents out there right now, nodding along as they read these words, wishing they too could get a grasp on their lives. I know they too, you too, have wanted to raise the white flag and surrender, the way I do tonight.

Let’s all admit right now that it’s okay to feel that way. The last thing we need is more judgment.
What we so need is more honesty, to hear our thoughts and feelings echoed in others around us.
To know that we are not alone.
To know that everyone is human.
To know that it’s a bad day, not a bad life.
To know that it’s okay to be crying alone in your kitchen at 11:21pm on a Wednesday night.

To know that it’s time to go to bed and turn off the light, and replenish that mommy patience we all so desperately require.