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No. 2197
Ready or not
Liz Laidlaw
I am still in shock over being a parent. I’m not a
total neophyte – I have two children, ages four and one – but I am still
sometimes so surprised at my position of authority and responsibility that
I’m actually dumbstruck. It is an awesome thing being a parent. And
sometimes in all the running around after little ones, running endless
errands, writing and misplacing lists, feeding mouths, wiping noses,
changing diapers, mopping floors, cleaning high chairs, chasing dust,
pulling the vacuum around, taking care of booboo’s, finding lost items
(Where’s my Barbie? Where are my scissors? I can’t find my
sunhat/shoes/underwear etc.)I suddenly realize that I have lost track of the
big picture.
This is not the same as the shock that comes just after having your first baby. A friend of mine talked about the “steep learning curve” she experienced after her first baby and I agree. No matter how many books I had read or how many people I had talked to, I was in no way actually prepared for the warm little life that was suddenly mine to care for. The second child is easier in that way – I wasn’t shocked when he barfed on me and peed on me or by how much he needed to be nursed or by how little he slept. No, this shock at being a parent is different.
My daughter will be starting school in September and I’m having trouble coming to grips with this. I wonder if I’ve told her all the things that she needs to know. Have I prepped her appropriately, will she do what the teacher asks her to do but will she be able to assert herself and say “no” when she needs to? Will she cave to peer pressure? Will she be polite, respectful and caring to others? Have I set an example for her that will help her through this? Was I conscious and vigilant that I was setting an example for my daughter at all times (Sadly, I know the answer to this question)?
When people told me that they had cried when their children started school I rolled my eyes, kind of like my daughter rolls her eyes at me now (an illustration of my having set a poor example). All I could think about was how wonderful it would be to have my child go to school so I could have a few hours to myself and maybe catch up on sleep or read a book or finish the weekend newspaper.
But now I will be the one sobbing when I take my daughter to school in September. I wonder if I’ve spent enough time with her, talking about all the important things in life. I wonder if I’ve taught her anything of any use — not just how to wipe her bum and not to run in parking lots, but how to be kind to people but not too kind if they are strangers. Have I taught her how to respect people and treat them the way she wishes to be treated and not to do stuff just because an older child tells her to do it? Have I taught her to self calm, to problem-solve and accept that not everything will work out the way she wants; to find the joy in little things and to become passionate about some things – anything; to find a physical activity she can enjoy, excel at and have for life; and to take care of her body, eat healthy foods and drink lots of water?
Maybe I should have spent less time on the little picture and more time on the big picture. Instead of trying to convince my kids that the mundane things in life were fun (like pulling weeds in the garden is 'FUN', grocery shopping is 'FUN') and rushing from A to B, we should have been having more serious discussions about the world and our place in it.
Ane then I remember that I have spent a lot of time gazing into my children's eyes and that, conversely, they have spent a lot of time gazing into mine. I remember that they have taught me so much, mainly about how to be patient and how to be enchanted with a broken seashell and a blade of grass and a twig from a tree. And they have taught me to see joy in the little things and to be very, very passionate about something.
Now my daughter can teach my son to roll his eyes at me – he should have it perfected by the time he’s two. Then he and I can go grocery shopping while she is at school and I’ll say “really, grocery shopping is fun” and he can practise rolling his eyes at me and I’ll try to think of something “important” to teach him while we cruise for lettuce and cucumbers or whatever else was on the shopping list that has gone astray.
Relational Child and Youth Care Practice, Volume 17, Number 3, pages
11 — 12.
