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Today I tried something new.

No, it wasn’t heroin.  Or crack.  Weed I’ve tried, and I would LOVE to rediscover that someday, but I can’t while I’m breastfeeding (and responsible for the well-being of 3 children under the age of 5).  All this talk about drugs, I must be trying to escape.

Anyway, I will preface this post by saying that I have a wonderful life where I get to be with my girls all day.  A life where I  have a loving and lovely husband who has a great job, and is able to provide for us so I can raise the little ladies.  Oh, and he’s my perfect soul mate and partner and I’m madly and fully in love with him – and my children.

HOWEVER, I am with my girls ALL day, right?  Without my dreamboat partner.  (And, by the way, I bathe and put all three of them in bed/crib by the time he rolls in, after a hectic and often times trafficky drive back from Connecticut).  So from the moment they wake up demanding blueberries and yogurt for breakfast,  to the moment I tuck them in, I am at their side, in their space, them in mine, mine in theirs,  so I have to constantly come up with tricks, for them and for me, that help move things along past the drama, the tears, the screaming, the whining.  And sometimes I get caught up in the moment, in a bad way, and get sucked into the abyss of their emotions.  As a parent, one of my many flaws is that I expect them to be much more mature and aware than they are.  This isn’t good.

So today, during those times when I so desperately wanted to roll my eyes (as I often do) at their crazy stupid demands or inability to listen or perform the simplest task,  I smiled.  And not in a condescending way,  but in an appreciative way, as if to say  ‘you’re my baby and I love you’.  I felt a little psychotic at first, smiling through the fact that they were annoying the shit out of me, because nothing they were saying or doing made any sense, and all I heard was whining and fighting.  Through all of that, here I am smiling like a crazy lady.  And I was really careful about not letting them see me smile –  somehow I felt like if they saw me smiling they might think I LIKE it when they whine and don’t listen.  So I smiled under my breath, when they weren’t in the room, as a way to center myself.  I found smiling takes me out of my head and into the moment.

Is it just girls? Emotions can run the gamut from godammit to I love you in a matter of SECONDS.  And I totally get caught up in it, like a fool, like a child, like a crappy baby.  At least once a day.  I hold onto the idea that it will get easier, but everyone with older kids tells me it doesn’t.  So smiling through it is one of those things I need to remember.  Though with my short term memory (probably due to all that pot smoking in college) I probably won’t remember this, and I’ll end up being frustrated and confused again.  I’ll be sure to blog about THAT tomorrow.

A GENUINE smile by Ida.



Another genuine smile by Mae, how could I be mad at these little faces?


  1. Kate reagan

    Jo…. Your blog makes me die laughing. Maybe it’s the fact we both have multiple little girls, but I can relate to so many of your thoughts on raising them. Minus the homeade Halloween costumes of course, artistic abiltity was never my strength! Enjoy Thanksgiving, hopefully your husband has a few days off. I know what the blueberry demands sound like, I think there are days where I serve as many as 8 different fruits. Happy Holidays!

  2. Brian Gunther

    While reading this it made me smile. Your amazing!

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