I’m a Horrible Mother

#NaBloPoMo I'm a Horrible Mother

I found this in a draft folder, from January of 2015, and thought it might be time to polish it, because it still feels like this sometimes.

It’s hard to be a good mother all of the time. But after the divorce, I feel like a horrible mother and like I’m constantly doing it wrong.

I feel like a horrible mother today.

That’s not true. In my heart of hearts, I know that I was right to correct the children, but I still feel like shit because of the way I did it, and because immediately afterwards they had to leave for two days to stay with their father.

This morning, I wanted to send Puck to school with pitas and tzatziki. He hasn’t had it before (I’ve given it to his sister), so I wanted him to try it out. He refused outright. Made up his mind immediately that he wasn’t going to do it. I asked him to try anyway. He took a very tiny bit on his finger, put it on his tongue and immediately spit it out.

Look. I’m not a mean person. I didn’t give him something poisonous or bad tasting. He likes yogurt and he likes garlic—and this is a good blend of the two. He would like it if he gave it a chance. If he put it on his tongue and said, nope, I don’t like it, I wouldn’t have sent it. But he didn’t. And he’s almost ten. His reaction was disrespectful and the behavior needed correction.

But I lost my temper with him, yelled at him and sent him to his room. Even though he wasn’t done his breakfast yet.

And of course, with that hanging over my head, moments later, I asked Flower to find the phone. Bae was playing with it, had pressed the button, and I could hear that he’d taken it off the hook. I was in the kitchen making breakfast and lunch, so I asked her to find it and hang it up. Two times. She was too busy watching TV to listen to me. The third time I told her to do it, she finally responded—not with a “yes mommy” but with a “why do I have to do it”. In a loud voice. The third time I told her to get it done, I told her to get up to her room when she was done. She refused. Loudly. I suggested she do it quick before I had to do something about it. She refused again and went on watching TV. The third time, I suggested she’d better not wait until her stepfather came in from walking the dog, or she’d really hear it. She still refused. My husband came in just as I was telling her the fourth time. He heard me, and with a stern get to your room, she ran up. I guess at 6’5” he’s a little more intimidating than me. His stern voice seems to have the right effect every time. And I don’t always have the time to deal with her in the morning—so sometimes she gets away with not going when she’s told. Regardless, it’s a problem I’ll have to work on.

I’m not the type of mother who believes in using threats physical violence or intimidation. I am a redhead, and I have a quick temper. It’s not my best quality, but I’m aware of it and I’m working on it.

At the same time, I don’t expect very much of my children. They are required to keep their rooms “cleanish”, and perform small tasks when asked. They don’t have weekly chores. I do much of the household cleaning (including their rooms) and the cooking (although that task is shared with my husband). They do have to make sure they get their homework done. I’ve recently started getting them to get their lunch started (snacks and drinking boxes in their lunch) and clean out their lunch bags when they get home.

I do expect all of my children to treat me with respect. No back talk. If you have a problem, talk to me calmly about it and I will listen. You may not get your way, but you will be respected. But if you’re disrespectful, there will be consequences.

I assume that Flower pushes the buttons because she can do it without fear of consequences at her father’s house. And Puck, while I love him, is still quite immature for almost ten.

The children spent ten minutes up in their rooms. They came downstairs, we discussed (calmly this time) what had gone wrong and how they would be more respectful in the future. We hugged, and that should have been the end of it. I let it go. We ate breakfast together and I chattered. But they did not. They were sullen and quiet in the car on the way to school.

And I hate it. I hate that they’re going to their dad’s today and I can’t just pick them both up and tell them I’m sorry. I’m sorry I yelled at them. I’m sorry our morning together ended on that note. I wonder if they think I don’t love them any more. And I worry because I won’t see them again for two days. And life at Dad’s house is easy. No rules. Just fun. So I’m the bad parent.

I know it’s not true. I’ve read (and seen) that they’ll adapt to the different rules. I have friends who have told me that their children respect them more because they were consistent and steady. But today, I still feel like a bad mom.

Have you ever felt like a bad mom?

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6 thoughts on “I’m a Horrible Mother

  1. It’s hard to be a mum. It’s hard and it looks like kids are good at testing the limits. I have some bad days like this one with my 4 year-old. I feel bad. And the day after I tell myself that I did the best I could – today I’ll try to do better. Sometime it works. Sometimes it does not.
    At the end what counts is the love we share and our ability as mums to question ourselves.

  2. Oh, yes, I know those feelings all too well. I recently had a conversation with my twenty-five year old, one where he let me know some of the many times I had failed him or failed to act in ways that were helpful to him.

    “It’s hard to be a good mother all of the time. But after the divorce, I feel like a horrible mother and like I’m constantly doing it wrong.”

    It’s hard to be a good mother all of the time, and though I cannot relate to a divorce, I can relate to constantly feeling like I’m doing it wrong or that I am alone in how I believe it could/should be done…

    Thank you for sharing this, Liv, for it reinforces what we all know: that we truly aren’t alone, for their are others walking similar or parallel paths, in front of us, beside us, and behind us…

    Recognizing these things and choosing to be aware and mindful makes you a fabulous mom! <3

  3. Oh lady, I could have written this post myself. I had the same issue when DD2 wouldn’t put on her shoes when I asked her five times just the other day. Parenting is hard–and parenting with someone on the other side who is watching every move, ready to pipe in with ‘helpful’ comments, ten times harder. argggh.

    And…I totally get it if you have to be the firm one, and then off they go to dad’s house for a couple of days, that’s the worst!!! I get all bent out of shape with worry while they’re gone when something like this arises.

    But…at the end of the day, they get it. They’ll come home and in some ways be relieved to be back to the house with predictability. They’ll come home and be comforted. You’re their mom, it just “is,” like breathing.

    Hugs hugs and more hugs to you!

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