I had a really bad day for the first time in a few weeks.
Casey refused to nap. Shane refused to nap. Casey had big feelings and had a tough time expressing them. His stuttering and his difficulty in getting out his sentences have gotten communicating with him a little worse. The frustration has been getting to him. Shane has been inquiring about every single thing and wanting to know what’s going on at every single moment in the day. It’s been driving me up a wall. I’m massively overwhelmed, overstimulated, and generally a bit numb.
All I want is some quiet. I think I need a few days of just pure silence to recharge.
People say that in a marriage, you shouldn’t keep tallies or score. But I find myself doing it. I find myself falling back on how much time the husband gets without getting interrupted by a child or three. He gets the time he watches his football games, he gets to work without concern of having to juggle children and work, and he gets to play golf and have interactions outside of family. And, yes, I know he has a heavy burden on his shoulders with being the main breadwinner of the family and being the more stable person in the relationship, but man. Some days. Some days, I’d do anything to switch places with him. Just for a week.
I’m just so tired.
All my life, I’ve given all of myself to family. I suppressed way too much from my childhood. I had an easily triggered grandmother who did not handle her emotions well and took it out in not constructive ways. I had a mother and father who worked long hours and were home only for a few hours late in the evening. I was a witness to my mother’s depressive episodes. I grew up with extreme anxiety. I shielded my sister from bad family dynamics (or so I think). I was the family interpreter, the mediator between mother and father in a volatile marriage, and caretaker to my sister far too early. I learned to be quiet and learned to retreat in my own head for companionship.
I try. I’m trying to figure out how to become a better person for my kids, but it is freaking hard. Working through your own thoughts and self while attempting to mold littles. I never had anyone supporting me growing up. I never had anyone backing me up. I never got the benefit of the doubt. Initial instinct for my caretakers was always to blame the child. An adult’s word was always stronger than a child’s. Show respect. Do what adults say no matter what you thought. Adults are always better than a child and they will always know more than the child.
I never heard anything about gentle parenting until about a few years ago. I never thought about children as their own little human beings that were thinking, being molded, and becoming adults. I mean, yes, I know children are little human beings, but not to this extent. I thought a lot about how children absorb information and the world about them like a sponge. A small interaction, a miniscule observation they see, or even an emotion they experience in a situation – it all puts a dent into the person they become.
I want to have my kids feel the house to be a safe space. I want them to feel like they have a safe space with us. I want them to feel like they aren’t judged. I want them to feel like they can be their own person. Just because we brought them into the world, they don’t owe us anything. They are able to be their own people and learn to become their best selves. I don’t want them to feel like they have to adjust their selves to accommodate us. But I feel like I keep forcing them to. When all three are screaming and yelling around or melting down at the same time, it is rough. It’s torture. I eventually scream or yell and I can feel them adjusting themselves to accommodate me.
I think I need to figure out ways to better to cope on my end and work through my issues. The thing about kids is that they are incredibly forgiving. I don’t know if they are just trusting due to not knowing about the world yet or if they just adjust their brain works to modify to their survival. I just pray that I don’t screw them up for all eternity. I hope they know that we want better for them. I want them to become better people than we are.