As a mother, our job is to prepare our children for life without us. Although we know that this is our job, all the bittersweet milestones we have to deal with, take a piece of our mama heart with them!
As I sit and type this, I find myself reeling with the emotions I am forcing myself to feel and deal with.
Let’s Face It!
For the past week or so I have not had any inspiration to actually write. Then I read a post by a South African blogger, Venean from In the Meantime where she was both celebrating and sad about the fact that her son is self-weaning. Reading it made me feel both emotional and inspired at the same time. It definitely touched something in my soul that made me rush home and start typing. My eldest is currently enjoying her last day of pre-school, and I am not ready! Next year she will be in Grade 1 – GRADE ONE!! When did this happen? I am so ridiculously proud of her, but also, so sad at the same time. As Venean said, I have both longed for this moment and now that it is here I don’t feel ready.
Look How Far We’ve Come
It made me think back to the last day of my pregnancy before I brought her into this world! I was so excited to meet her. When the moment arrived I was terrified for so many reasons, too many to go into now, that’s a post for another day.
This week I have used my ‘free’ mornings to do as much shopping and preparation for her new start in January as I can. I really can’t bear shopping with the girls in tow. School uniforms are bought, stationery is bought, school fees are budgeted for. All that’s left is her school shoes and a book bag. I’ve gone through this whole process without feeling anything other than a sense of ‘just get it done’.
What Did That Actually Mean?
I realise now that my practical, “get it done” side had kicked in as an emotional coping mechanism. This was so that I didn’t have to deal with the fact that she is growing up. She’s growing up so fast, too fast. That block of my emotions also blocked any desire to write or be creative. I couldn’t put my feelings out there.
I’m not going to sit here and write about how I wish my girls would stop growing, because that’s just not true. I’m not that mom. If you’ve read some of my posts you will know that I have really struggled over the past few years.
When they were babies I coped fine, they ate, they slept, they were ‘good’ babies. The hard work only really started when they could walk and I feel like I’ve been on the run ever since. Both girls started walking by the time they were 10 months old!
Live In The Now!
With every phase in their lives comes a new hurdle that we have to get over and sometimes it feels like we’re on a treadmill, we just have to keep going, keep running this marathon race of parenting.
That said, I am really loving where we are right now. My six-year-old daughter is really maturing and growing up, She is a really awesome little person who is far better at processing her emotions and verbalising her needs than she used to be. This in turn helps me too because I am not a mind-reader.
My four-year-old daughter is this determined little fireball who keeps me on my toes, and can always be relied upon to brighten anyone’s day! She is definitely one to watch and the inspiration for many blog posts.
I don’t want to wish their lives away, but I challenge any parent to deny that they are happy the day they no longer have to change a pooh nappy, or wipe a bum, or have a fight at bath time. We all love those milestones! With that said, as our children grow and with every milestone in their lives, comes a small piece of heartbreak for their mama.
One of the biggest growth milestones I had to deal with recently is that my daughters have both managed to open the car doors from the outside by themselves, and to close the door from the inside without my help. I drive a high-rise SUV style vehicle so this requires a certain amount of expertise and effort from them as the door handle is probably higher than my four-year old is tall!
The first day they both achieved this, I had a huge range of emotions running through me, all in the space of about a minute, the minute it took me to walk around to the driver’s side of the car, get in, realise what this meant, push that emotion aside and congratulate them on their achievement. They were both grinning and so proud of themselves! I was happy for them, yet I felt like a small piece of my mama-heart had crumbled away and I had a literal feeling of heartache!
And now what?
Why? Why did I feel like that? The truth, because this meant that I was no longer needed. They no longer needed me to help them open the car door, get themselves in their car seats, buckle themselves in with their seat belts, or close the door for them. The moment I had longed for had arrived, and I was not ready!
I was at once free, and unnecessary; proud and hurt; happy and sad.
They did not need me for this anymore. A purely bittersweet milestone of epic proportions!
Here are a few more examples of bittersweet milestones where I am not needed anymore:
- They are both capable of making their own sandwich now.
- They can both swim now – although I still watch them like a hawk.
- They can both use the toilet correctly without me now. *happy dance*
- They can brush their teeth, properly.
- They can bath themselves, including running the bath water (Although I do scrub them down thoroughly every other day, just to make sure!)
- They can both dress themselves properly now – not always appropriately, but dressed!
- They can pour their own juice (I do have to make sure it’s the right ratio of juice to water, but that’s more because I will still be responsible for dentist bills for some time to come!)
There are more, but I’m tearing up a little here as I count all the ways I’m no longer needed.
I’m a very proud mommy. My girls are both growing into the best version of themselves I have always prayed for. I recognise that I can take some credit for that, but that doesn’t mean we are every ready for it. Are we ever ready to be not needed anymore?
It is indeed a bittersweet milestone!
Just a reminder to us parents: one day they will be gone, and you’ll know you did your job right. It’s important not to lose yourself along the way, or your partner. One day, when the kids are gone, you will turn around and it will just be the two of you again.
You will be older, you will be scarred. You will be a different version of ‘you’ compared to when you started this parenting journey. Take care of each other along the way, because at the end, I suspect, whilst you will finally be ‘free’, you still won’t be ready. You will always embrace the milestones, no matter how bittersweet they might be!