I am sure I am a lot like most parents, we love the hell out of our kids, most of the time.
I would move heaven and earth for my little guy. I would take a bullet, jump in front of a moving object, rush into a burning building to save him.
…there are those times. The times when I want to see if it is not too late to leave him in front of a hospital or fire station (I checked, it is too late). Every parent has those moments. Whether it be the tantrum in Target where you just want to leave the little one screaming on the floor and walk off (can’t do that either, and DON’T try) or the kid that makes your heart stop because they were there one second, gone the next (trust me, it is that quick and the scariest moment(s) imaginable, until you find him in the middle of a clothes rack or wandering through the toy section). It drives us (parents) out of our heads.
My personal favorite, and the one that drives me from zero to crazy in the shortest amount of time is this phrase: ‘not you dada.’ I hear this DAILY! the little guy has a clear sense of what dad does and what mom does. At least when we are both present. When it is just me, there is no issue, I am able to do everything, but when we are both here, it is all new mom, all the time. Drives me crazy that I am cannot:
Take him to the restroom
Put him in his car seat
Take him out of his car seat
Brush his teeth (or monitor him)
Those times I feel like an extra, not a participant and it drives me absolutely crazy. Completely out of my head. I have to admit, I don’t take it very well. I want to be a part , to contribute, and when this occurs, I definitely feel excluded and out of the loop. I try to not let it get to me, but it is a hell of a lot easier said than done.
I love my little guy, and would do anything and everything to keep him safe, even if I am not allowed to put his shoes on, because “momma do it” and I just want to lose my mind.
I got a bit of traction on this post and a few people reached out to me to provide some feed back. The overwhelming message is that I will be dealing with “no, momma do it” throughout my entire life. I was even told of some good friends 15 year old son who came into the kitchen at 6:30am and asked my friend where his mom was. This friend explained that she was still sleeping and he replied, ‘OK, but where is she?’. His reply again was ‘she is sleeping, in bed, what can I help you with this morning?’ The sons response was ‘nothing, I will go get her’ and off he went. Definitely a shaking my head moment.