I think it’s possible that the best writing topics are the ones that bear a sense of deja vu.
The ones you’re fairly certain you’ve written about before, perhaps several times. Those are the ones we need to keep processing and pursuing because clearly there’s something there.
So along those lines… mothering is tough. And I think so often we feel judged by well, everyone really.
We feel judged by the people at the table next to us in the restaurant.
We feel judged because of the noise coming from our cart at the grocery store.
We feel judged because we’re just so crabby sometimes in public and doing a poor job at portraying the ethereal mom-gasm we’re supposed to be embodying.
The other day Kel and I decided to screw the budget and take our two lovely little ones out for breakfast at Holland’s The Biscuit before we ran new-house related errands.
I regretted this decision within the first minute we were in the door. Caedmon threw two tantrums before we were seated and two more before the waitress arrived.
When I picked him up for a time out and some stern words he slapped me in the face and I swear to you, everyone saw it. I promise that I heard the restaurant gasp in some sort communal oh “Oh snap!” and “What now, Mom?”
I was sure they saw me as a terrible mother with out of control children. I was so embarrassed that I wanted to melt into a puddle on the floor. Surely they were all wondering why we brought our tantrum-y son out for breakfast to ruin their dining experience.
But, with every terrible grocery shopping trip and taxing dining experience I’m coming to realize that most people are giving me grace when my children and their tantrums hijack my sanity. Either that or they just don’t care.
Most people around you have been there before, the other Moms regard you with sympathy and the older ones just remember it with nostalgic fondness … somehow. Continue reading