We sometimes think that in order to be happy in our parenting we need the ‘big things’ to work perfectly. Like that 3hr car ride, or the trip overseas, maybe even have the kids be perfectly still and quiet so you can listen to a speaker at an event. If that works for you, then fantastic …. it’s just not my experience at all!
For me, I get happiness from my parenting sometimes when the kids aren’t even here.
This morning was a pretty full-on morning, it’s raining, the kids have swimming lessons, there is (maybe) an afterschool soccer practice for all of them, and I’m still being the mean mum, and making them organise it all themselves. We found winter jackets, (oops better take those ski cards out of the pockets), we debated socks and shoes verses running sandals, I’m still pretty sure that the kids forgot to take a change of clothes for soccer practice, however they all have their socks, shin-pads, and boots. There was an argument about one child leaving the house without a jersey or sweatshirt, and just general grumpiness from the children all around.
I don’t let that stuff get me down, I don’t let it affect my mood and even in the middle of the chaos there was a Fleeting Moment of Happiness when I was asking my youngest which jacket he was taking with him to preschool. He scrunched up his face and closed his eyes, “I can’t think about that,” he says, like the whole concept of making a decision was painful to him.
And now, I am taking the simple pleasure of a cup of coffee. I am appreciating the madness of the morning, and just sitting and allowing myself to be completely present and able to take enjoyment from such a simple pleasure. Not rushing, not drinking on the run, not being distracted by the massive pile of washing on the couch.
A hot cup of coffee, and a crackling fire. For a parent some days, this is the greatest pleasure.