The Other DaysWritten by Stepper McCrery
Do you ever feel bombarded with unrealistic expectations for parenthood? Pinterest, Mommy Blogs and carefully crafted Facebook posts can make us feel a bit inadequate at times. Or worse, like we're failing all together! It's nice to have a breath of fresh (and real!) air to clear our heads and remind us that parenting is messy! We're only human. And what our kids need most is not perfection, but US.
Guest blogger Ari Terry joins us today to tell us her story of one of the "other days".
The Other Days
by Guest Blogger Ari Terry
I tend to blog about the sparkly moments in family life - birthday parties, rosy cheeked children, grins on the playground and overall bliss.
Today I'm going to record a little bit about the "other" days.
They also happen around here with regularity and I would feel remiss in not giving them a bit of airspace too. When I'm old and grey and look back lovingly at having young children I want to remember the happy days and the days where I'm pretty certain if an entire pan of brownies were sitting in front of me right now I would eat them all.
Every. Single. Last. Brownie.
You know ... days like today.
The ones where I'm pretty certain I should change my name. Anything will do - as long as I don't hear "Mom? Mom? MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM," one more time. At least until at least tomorrow.
Days when I'm tired of little friends that cause more messes for me to deal with. Or come out of the bathroom declaring "Um, I think the toilet is exploding!" (true story)
Days when fruit snacks are both my best friend and worst enemy (Do you know how many can be asked for and consumed by 3 & 4 year olds? Or how many can manage to get spilled all over the garage floor?)
Days when I struggle being patient during diaper changes ... because we've hit the age when they are an EPIC battle. The type of battle that includes lots of indignant screaming, arm flapping and twisting as if his life depends on him escaping the evil wet wipes.
Days when I just don't know if I can make it until nap time ... let alone bed time with my sanity (somewhat) intact.
And the moms who manage to never yell? Yep, I'm not one of them. This is not a fact I'm proud of. But unfortunately it's a fact of life. I yell. Some days more than I want to. We always talk about the situation after, in calm tones. But my kids have definitely heard me yell a time or two (possibly today alone).
You might think I'm bad, or crazy. But I hope there is a force of of moms out there that think, "yep, sounds about right." If so, please feel free to band together with me and repeat "we can do this!" together.
I'll bring the brownies.
(Ari blogs to us from over at Just the Four of Us)
Stepper grew up in the desert, but is a child of the rain. She lost her heart to Seattle (both to the place and to the boy who grew up there). She loves to write and draw, and used to get in trouble for doodling all over her homework. She graduated with a Bachelors degree in English Literature from Utah State University. She loves to sing, play the violin and guitar, and is learning the mandolin. She bakes a mean spice cake with pinoche icing, hates caramel, and has a real thing for old keys. But her very most favorite thing in the whole world is her cute husband and three amazing kids.
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