Dear Mom Next To Me- I See You

Dear Mom next to me in the car wash, with your kids fighting in the back seat, trying to kill each other while you were just trying to vacuum the car- I see you.

My smile and wave, was because I have been you- just trying to get stuff done, while my darling angels were in the back seat of the car screaming, and trying my ever living last nerve. Every part of my mom self feels for you.

Yes. I’ve had my darling children act out, try to kill each other, and throw massive temper tantrums in the middle of every store, airport, and restaurant you can possibly imagine.

I’m that mom who has had her kid get sick all over the restaurant, and dropped a pile of bills on the table and run out like my hair was on fire.

I’m that mom whose kid who has had the hiney booger fit in the middle of the grocery store.

When my youngest daughter was in first grade, my husband was left slack jawed when my daughter’s teacher told him how amazing, and well behaved she was in school. When he asked her about it, she told him “Daddy, I save ALL my bad behavior for you”.

We were so proud. And believe me, 15 years later, we STILL remember that moment at the dinner table.

I’m the mom of the kid who went swinging from the chandelier in the dining room. And that same kid teamed up with her older sister to pull the chain on the ceiling fan in the master bedroom, jumping up off the end of the bed to grab that chain while her sister manned the switch on the wall.

They came into the kitchen, and later casually announced the “funny” smell in the bedroom. That funny smell was the ceiling fan shorting out. Luckily, we didn’t end up with a house fire on our hands.

Another time, my three oldest were super young, and I had gotten home from work. They were fighting like cats and dogs. Screaming, screeching, and I told them to sit down at the dinner table and wait for me to cook dinner. More screaming, as they sit down. I hollered at them to shut up, and sit down, and be quiet. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Finally I banged my kitchen knife on the counter, and told them to be quite once and for all. I hear a thump, and more crying. I told them to BE QUIET, and STOP FIGHTING.

A few seconds later, one of them tells me “Mommy, brother is bleeding”. I lost it at that point, and told them to STOP IT.

Dead silence.

I turned around, and realized that my son was, in fact bleeding. And he needed stitches. So, off to the ER we went, where they glued humpty dumpty back together again.

Proud mom moment.

I learned years later that he had bumped his eyebrow on the kitchen table in the middle of the fighting.

In a world where we are so quick to judge a parent for their child’s bad behavior, we need to give parents a bit more love, support, and grace.

It can be hard when they come at you at all hours of the day and night. Being a parent is a non-stop thing. You don’t just get a break, when you want it. These little kids, they need things. They need food, attention, love, hugs, and all the things, non-stop. It is overwhelming.

I think we need to celebrate the wonderful world of being parents, because our kids are going to do stuff that we don’t approve of, didn’t ask for, and are definitely going to embarrass the living daylights out of us.

Moms everywhere — I see you, and I have been you. I feel your pain when your kid is being a royal pain in the butt, and if you have MULTIPLE kids being a pain at the same time, I’m here to support you, and pass you a glass of wine.

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