Sometimes I feel like parenting is one big social science experiment, where my kids are the control (or have the control!) and I am the subject being tested. True that even as the control, they are ever changing and ever testing me, but the bigger test is about how I respond to them and their changing wants, needs, and emotions. Most of the time, I’m figuring it out as I go. Parenting is the longest exercise in trial and error that I’ve ever known, where every morning provides a fresh slate to try to do just a little better than the last. Though there are literally hundreds of parenting books out there, there is no real definitive book on how to be a great parent. (That would be too easy!)
Last week, while picking my kids up from their daycare at the end of a long day (and long week), I was trying to herd both of them out the door (while they tried to come up with any excuse to stay just a few more minutes to look at the books, look at the classroom pet turtle, look at the carpet…like I said, anything to stay!). As I carried the 18 month old, plus two “nap bags” of blankets, sheets, lovies, and art projects from the week, I opened the door for the 3 year old to step out onto the patio. However, I must not have opened the door wide enough because as she walked out she hit her forehead squarely into the doorknob and burst into tears.
With two hands full and a toddler hysterically crying, I sat down on the front step, dropped the two overfilled nap bags and put down the baby to give her older sister a little TLC. As I got down on their level, the baby saw the cup of crackers her sister was holding and reached for one, only to be met with resistance from her crying sibling. This sent the younger one into tears too. As I sat on the step of the now closed daycare, alone, exhausted and mildly aware of the milk, raw chicken and other groceries sitting in the trunk of the car, I looked into the two faces of my babies, who were looking back at me with mouths wide open, heads tipped back, tears streaming down their faces. In a moment of total helplessness, and with very real awareness of their dependence on me, I let out a little chuckle at the ridiculousness of the scene before giving them a dual hug and looking around for where the social scientist was hiding, waiting to analyze my every move.
Of course, the social scientist never appeared (that would be creepy though, wouldn’t it?!) but it got me to thinking about our quest to be perfect parents. What does it mean to be perfect, anyway? A friend of mine who is expecting her second child called me the other day after an anxiety dream about being a mama to two little ones. She said to me, “How can I possibly have two kids? I’m not even a perfect parent to one, what am I going to do with two?!”
Perfection is a fallacy when it comes to parenting. Even with the best of intentions, perfection doesn’t exist. That’s what makes parenting so raw and so real. We all make mistakes – it’s what we do about those mistakes that matter. Before having kids, the standard to which I held myself was higher than was really attainable. But now, with dried graham cracker drool on my shoulder and the theme song to Bubble Guppies running on repeat through my mind, those standards have changed. It’s no longer about being perfect. It’s about being the best mom I can be, even when that means accepting (momentary) defeat and celebrating (miniscule) successes.
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Great words!! I have experienced this type of scene more times than can be counted. It’s about the trying to be the best not the most perfect. Love this!!
My two daughters are 22 and 20 and I’m still figuring out how to be the best parent,
learning who they are and the best way to parent each child individually. It still takes trial and error. Doing the best you can is the best way to look at life. That’s all you can do is the best you can. Good luck
Couldn’t agree more on the experimental nature of parenting. To make things even more interesting the results of our experiments aren’t even repeatable! What works for one kid may not work for another. And what worked last week for one kid may not work next week. Perfect parenting just can’t happen, too many moving parts. Adequate parenting, backed by good intentions and a healthy dose of love is probably a more realistic goal 🙂
Amen and hallelujah! Reading this situation and seeing that so many others have experienced the same thing–it’s so comforting. Those kinds of moments make me feel so defeated, like why am I even trying? Thank you for another beautifully written and oh so connecting entry!