Today I cried.

Today I cried.

I cried hard.

I sat at top of the staircase, covered my face, & cried.

When he saw me start to come down the stairs, The Toddler ran behind the recliner to hide.

He knew he wasn’t allowed to have the cereal but there it was spilled all over the kitchen counter I had just finished scrubbing.

He was hiding from me, afraid I would start yelling again.

I wanted to. I would have.

But instead I cried.

He watched me for a moment; confusion turning into concern.

“Oh Mom,” he said, “please don’t cry.”

But I just sat there. Exhausted, defeated, & broken.

He brought me his ball & his race car.
He did a silly dance & made a funny face.
He touched my face & put his tiny arms around my shoulders.

“Please Mom. Don’t cry.”

Today was a bad day.

He wants candy for breakfast.

I want to go back to sleep.

He wants Team Umizoomi NOT Bubble Guppies.

I want to turn the TV off & go back to bed.

He doesn’t want to take a shower.

I want to take a shower by myself.

Instead, I shower with my hands over my ears with the Toddler’s sitting at my feet. The shower walls amplify his defiant screams & shatter my eardrums.

He wants to get out of the house.

I want to go to bed.

He wants a tennis ball from the grocery store.

I want a bottle of wine.

Wait now he wants the football?? He screams it loud enough for the entire store to hear.

I want to leave him in the parking lot.

The entire day goes on like this. Fight after fight. Argument after argument.

Despite it all, today, I am trying.

I reach out to a friend & tell her how I’m feeling.

I keep my voice level & calm. I talk to the Toddler & listen & try to understand. I give so many hugs & dozens of kisses.

I turn off the screens & turn on music.

I dance around & play on the floor & read books.

But no matter how hard I try & no matter what I do or say or act, it doesn’t stop.

Today, I tried. I really, really tried.

Everything I thought I knew about parenting was exhausted & useless.

Today, I failed.

Today I screamed & cussed & threw things.

Today I popped my kid on the mouth more than once & I put him in timeout.

Today I lashed out at my husband & resented the peaceful relationship he has with our son.

Today, I was mean. I was unkind. I was impatient.

Today, I lost.

I lost the fight with my son. I lost the fight with my husband.

I lost the fight with myself.

Today, I don’t think I can do this anymore.

Today, I don’t want this life.

So yeah, today I cried.

No one tells you about this part.

No one tells you about the anger & the sadness & the isolation & the disdain.

No one tells you that motherhood brings out an unrecognizable version of yourself who you hate & resent.

No one tells you about days like today.

But as I sat on the staircase weeping at the terrible thoughts rattling through my head, that little boy didn’t leave my side.

He had spent the entire day watching me morph into a terrible, ugly monster, just as I’d watched him become one as well.

But at the end of the day, when our scary monster masks melt away, I am still his Mama & he is still my child.

Today, I am his mother & tomorrow will be the same.

So tomorrow, I will keep trying.

& you should too.

Keep trying, Mama. Keep going.

Today was hard. Tomorrow might be too. That’s okay.

Some days won’t have a happy endings. Some days there are no resolutions.

You just have to go to bed, & wake up ready to try again.

We can do this, Mamas. We can do this.

If you have had or are having days like today, leave a comment, share this, or send me a message. Anything to send a message to all mothers that we are not alone in days like today.

All my love,
Taylor 💥❤

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16 thoughts on “Today I cried.

  1. Oh momma… I’ve had SO many days like this. You’re right… feels like no one told us about this part. But we’ll make it… just keep on keeping on. ❤❤❤ breathe and keep getting back up again. Our faithfulness is gold. ❤

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  2. I have had so many days like this! I have 2 boys and some days it feels like they are against me and every request is a fight. Every feeling you described I have felt on so many levels. Thanks for sharing!

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    1. Thank you for your comment and taking the time to read ❤❤ Toddlerhood, and motherhood especially, is so unpredictable. Just have to keep rolling with the punches (literally) and try to be the best we can for our littles!

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  3. “No one tells you that motherhood brings out an unrecognizable version of yourself who you hate & resent” – very true. Days like this bring out this crazy raging woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown…someone I have never been and don’t know what to do with. Sometimes after a major blow-up it’s like…who was the crazy person?

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  4. Been there! But the beauty of parenting for me, is that it has shown me whom I really am. I’m not patient and I’m not loving. And my kids are helping me with that. 😊🙏🏽 You’re trying, and that’s all that matters. And even though you had a rough day, you’re still his most favorite person.

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