Regaining Momentum

Yesterday morning morning my best friend called me to catch up. We don’t talk often, so when we do there’s usually quite a bit of catching up. We swapped horror stories (trust me, they’re horror stories) for a while, until the conversation spiraled downward into my emotional and situational turmoil. She tried so hard to convince me of so much good, but none of it sank in. But it started to, last night. And it finished this morning.

Last night, I read an admirable post from jjiraffe, in which she posed the question, ‘Is it possible to live a life of adventure and fun once you have chosen the white picket side of the fence?’

Jjiraffe said:

    My whole life I feel I craved this life of a suburban home with two kids and a husband. I certainly busted my ass to be here. So why is it so hard sometimes to BE here?

While it’s undeniable I took a different path to get where I am now, I completely identify with this entire sentiment. Over and over, I’ve said that all I wanted was to be a wife and mother. I definitely busted my ass to still be in this marriage today.

And I constantly wonder where the challenge comes from.

Is it a failing in me? Was this not the right choice for me to make? Is this so hard because I’m trying to hold a grudge against my daughter for crimes she is just as much a victim of as I am?

I have turned away from answering the latter question so many times, both because I fear it to be true and because I dread it to be true. I finally realize that it isn’t true. I know I would never try to blame her for being here. The only feeling besides love that I have for this beautiful creature who hugs me around the neck when she sees me crying is a wistful longing that she should have been mine. And she is mine, albeit unconventionally, even for this community, with our 1,001 ways of babymaking.

With this loving family, how could I ever think this wasn’t the right choice to make? There is no other choice, really. Which only leaves the question of whether or not it’s a failing in myself that’s causing so much anguish.

Am I a bad person? No. I’m not a bad person. I just refuse to cut myself the same breaks that I cut everyone else. I expect perfection from myself, but I’m only human.

Am I just not meant to parent? That can’t be it, I am a great mom. And I finally believe all of my family and friends who have told me so.

Am I just someone who has too much on her shoulders, but refuses to ask for help? Yes. All the wishing in the world won’t make solutions instantly available for some problems, but I don’t want to accept that. I want my life to be the way I want it, and I want it now. Why do I criminalize myself for this? I don’t know. I can’t bring myself to accept that I can’t fix everything. I want to, so badly.

So I will set out to reclaim the April-that-was, the fun, confident, adventurous girl who always had a smile for everyone, except the jerks. And even the jerks got a smile when I was sarcastically criticizing them with really big words. Study up on your vocabulary, kids, you want to know when someone’s calling you an idiot to your face.

Let’s see how far uphill I can roll this boulder without being crushed again.


9 Comments on “Regaining Momentum”

  1. Emily says:

    Asking for help is a difficult one for me too. And I have been complaining about wanting my life a certain way for over 2 years. Heck I’ve been talking about some things for the 9 years the Hubby and I have been together lol! Looking forward to meeting the more confident, fun, adventurous April! Keep pushing that boulder. If it gets too heavy ask for some help 😉 there are people here who can push too.

  2. Rachel @ Eggs In A Row says:

    I get it! I’m looking for the old Rachel, too. Those bitches are probably hanging out and making fun of us, don’t you think?

  3. Oh April, I cannot imagine what it’s like for you. I think you are an amazing woman for taking such good care of your daughter and you are a fantastic mom. I hope you can cut yourself a break!

  4. Kathy says:

    I am here from the future via Time Warp Tuesday and really appreciate this post. I too at times have struggled to be happy living the dream of my life that I wanted for so long.

    She is yours and this statement me chuckle, as we truly do have so many ways of babymaking/becoming parents in this community:

    “And she is mine, albeit unconventionally, even for this community, with our 1,001 ways of babymaking.”

    This really speaks to me too:

    “Am I a bad person? No. I’m not a bad person. I just refuse to cut myself the same breaks that I cut everyone else. I expect perfection from myself, but I’m only human.”

    I often feel that way.

    Thank you so much for doing the Time Warp again! Heading back to the future to read the rest of your new post.


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