![]() Me…all alone! What an amazingly exhilarating thing! I’ve come to a place in my life where ANY legitimate escape fills me with delight. I never imagined that I’d be relishing the solitude of a medical waiting room, but I certainly am! In spite of the accentuated elevator music, I’m basking in this moment, not willing to let it just slip through my fingers undervalued. I’m beginning to wonder if my joy over my solitude is so obvious that even the chair (which is soooo squishy that it’s embracing not just my rear, but also my hips and my slight muffin top too) is also aware of my glee. Truthfully, even my hiney is happy! So…clearly I’m a mom, who, in this moment, is breathing in her own pocket of air, not sharing it with little people…and it’s completely brilliant! Oh to be an acclimated mom! I remember the early days when solo excursions left me feeling far less than ecstatic. I used to venture out alone only to be filled with awkwardness and anxiety. The sort of sensation I imagine I might have, had I somehow misplaced one of my body parts only to find that there’s no hope for functioning properly without it…this appendage obviously being my child(ren). Today is NOT one of those times!! In spite of the ridiculous music, this waiting room is a perfectly lovely spot for creating a (childless) 'Cone of Silence'-esque space for my thoughts and my pen. Being alone at home is NOTHING like being out! Something about finding alone time at home drudges up feelings of guilt and anxiety for me. There are always things pulling at me, reducing my ability to just exhale and appreciate the moment. Sometimes I force all memory of those mounding ‘to dos’ out of my mind, but then the thought that I’m not taking time to be present with my kids, fills me with disappointment in myself. Is it true that all mothers carry around with them a growing satchel of guilt? You know…a satchel: a huge and heavy hobo-ish guilt-filled bag, slung over one shoulder causing a limp and a stoop, reminiscent of a hunchback. I’m pretty sure all us mamas stumble around with a guilt induced gimp. It seems that there must be an emotional prerequisite for motherhood. Someone deemed us all perfectly fit for the task because we quickly and easily feel breathtaking levels of needless guilt. While we’re there, we should probably throw in codependency for good measure, because what good is motherhood without a touch of codependency…right?? Yes, clearly I’m being sarcastic, but being a mom is HARD! It’s a full day, every day, of trying our absolute best. We end the day by tucking our sweet little lovies into bed and promptly sinking deep into a sofa, flopping onto the bed (face and belly first) or melting into the floor for a good hardy cry, hoping we did it well and that we don’t have to ask for forgiveness for everything and then start from scratch tomorrow. It’s truly arduous! But it’s also incredible, and only a parent can really understand that. All others (non-parents) easily connect with the negative and taxing portions of parenting. It’s understandable, they’re easily observable by the stranger who unhelpfully assesses, “Wow, you really have YOUR hands full!”, as I’m attempting to wrangle my 4 kids, maneuver a shopping cart and navigate the aisles of my neighborhood grocery store. But then, sometimes the day ends beautifully when out of the blue, after saying goodnight, I hear my son’s sweet voice holler after me, “I love you forever” and of course I answer, “I love you forever too!” and still he continues, “I love you even more than that!” Words like these seem to wash all the worries of life in the trenches of motherhood away, like a cleansing rain. They give me hope that in spite of the drama, the crazy and the mundane, all of my intentionality leaves an impression on my childrens’ hearts, and they know they are deeply loved.
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Adam
9/29/2015 11:46:56 pm
Wow, Kristin, you've really got your hands full! ;)
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Oh, you have said it so well, Kristin! So glad you are able to relish the away-time without your hobo-ish bag for a bit. My hobo-ish bag has been sort of stashed back in a corner of the closet for years but your last sentence is a refrain that echoes for me even now.
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Kristin Smith
9/30/2015 08:34:51 am
That's so great! Thank you so much for sharing!
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Stephanee
9/30/2015 08:33:04 am
I love this Kristin. You sum it up so well. I so resonate! Love your sweet heart and wit.
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Kristin Smith
9/30/2015 08:36:57 am
Thank you so much friend! Motherhood, what a crazy mix of experiences and emotions!
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April Porter
9/30/2015 02:36:58 pm
This was so good. Your writing is really enjoyable and you make some awesome points!
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Kristin Smith
9/30/2015 03:03:25 pm
Thanks April! So glad you enjoyed it :)
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Pascale
9/30/2015 07:58:35 pm
I love you Kristin!! Thank you for being who you are, and sharing that best with us!!
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Kristin Smith
9/30/2015 10:28:35 pm
Wow, thank you so much Pascale! That really means a lot to me! I miss doing life with you!! Xoxo
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Missy
9/30/2015 10:17:40 pm
You nailed it, yet again, my friend! Beautifully stated. And the satchel, oh yes, I lug that thing around constantly, but working on lightening the load. :)
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Kristin Smith
9/30/2015 10:31:11 pm
Thank you girl fray-nd! Gotta love our little guilt satchels ;) So thankful I don't have to do this mom business alone!
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What a perfect blog post to get caught up on! I haven't had much time for my computer or lounging the last few weeks because of a very fussy teething baby! Long days and even longer nights of no sleep have left me feeling a bit deflated. Love you girl! You are such a wonderful mama to your four babies!! xoxo Miss you!
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