You know what’s really annoying?
Having to say what a blessing it is to watch our children grow up.
I see it all the time in the photography world. A mom-tog (not a bad term in my mind though it is to some) posts a photo of her oldest on instagram and writes a beautiful piece of prose about how much they miss when this growing child was young and innocent and liked to cuddle. Inevitably some other mom writes “but it’s such a blessing to see them grow, isn’t it?”
I have this suspicion that the other mom writes this because she herself knows the dark, ugly truth of parenting: yes, watching them grow is a blessing but yes, it also sucks raw, rotten eggs.
You know what?
I’m tired of us moms thinking we are horrible human beings if we admit there are days we can’t stand that our children are growing older and aren’t as sweet and cuddly as they once were.
We need to embrace our feelings even if it doesn’t fit our Pinterest list of perfect motherisms (yes, I know it isn’t a word, but you can pretend it is).
Does it mean we love our children less as they grow out of our arms and into independence? Of course not, but we need to stop feeling less than because sometimes we cry when we see how much they’ve changed over the years.
We all know what’s behind our tears.
We don’t want them to grow up and move on. Why? Because moms, deep down, feel very strongly that once their children grow up and move out they will no longer need them and worse yet? That we moms will no longer have worth, purpose, a reason to live.
Don’t get me wrong – our lives don’t completely revolve around our children’s to the point they are our only identity but then again – maybe it does for some of us.
And when we have to think about what our lives will be when they grow up and move on?
It’s gut wrenching.
It’s time for introspection we don’t want to face.
Yes, it’s necessary to accept our children are growing, not live in the past.
But it’s also hard and it’s ok to say that.
It is not only ok but it is healthy to honor how we feel in the moment let those emotions roll around and over and through us so we can deal with them in the open and not deep down in the dark caverns of our suppressed sensibilities
Too often we let the opinions of others, those who tell us how we should feel, should act and react, rule us and guide us and drag us through life.
We’re not bad mothers if we cry in the darkness of the night, aching for the younger days. We’re not even bad mothers if we live there for a little while – but only for a little while.
It’s not wrong to weep about the days gone by but if we do it for too long we’ll miss out on the now.
We will miss out on who our children are now and who they are becoming.
There is no rule that says a mom, or a father, can’t say they are dreading their children growing older while also enjoying watching them grow.
The alternative to not seeing them grow up? It’s unthinkable and is a million times worse than watching them go from cuddly toddler to stand offish teen.
But, yes, mama, you are allowed to say “I miss my baby.”
“I miss my little boy.”
“I miss my little girl.”
“This is hard. “
There are a lot of other moms and dads who are right where you are, even if they don’t say it.
They have those hard moments.
You have those hard moments.
But, yes, they, you and I know it is a blessing and a gift to watch them grow, develop, and bloom even as we lament how fast it’s all going.