I am a parent. Of a toddler. Who is headstrong and has a mind of her own (as do most toddlers).
Some days I wake up, get the day started and think “Okay, day, let’s do this…” Other days, it’s more like “Day…could you just…you know…not? Not today.”
That’s because toddlers don’t know what the hell they want. And that is really confusing for parents. At least that is the case for me.
And now, we are bringing another one of these things into the world. Whathavewedone.
More often than not, I question my ability to be responsible for myself. And now I have two (sometimes 3…hello husband) other humans to be responsible for. Plus a dog, two cats, and some fish. All of these things have to stay alive. And it’s my/our job to make sure that happens.
I wish this was a post that tells you what to do to make life easier when raising kids (or just staying alive yourself, whatever the case may be). Or a post that counts from 1 to 10 the easiest tips and tricks to understanding life in general. But, alas, it is not.
It is simply me, saying that I really, truly have absolutely no idea what I’m doing…pretty much 95% of the time.
I make wrong decisions daily…regardless of if it is about myself, Brooke, the dog, etc…something is always ‘done wrong.’ Like, I mean, who asks an 18-month old what they want for dinner? And then tries to translate toddler ‘uh uh’s’ and ‘dooce…dooce!’ into meaningful things that will make her happy. I do. Or, did? And still do sometimes before I am able to stop myself and then CRAP I’ve done it again.
We’ve found ourselves more and more in the scenario where we have a crying toddler. We ask said toddler what is wrong. Toddler cries louder. We look at each other like “do you know what the louder crying means?” and of course, no, we don’t. So either we just continue to look at each other, equally befuddled, or we try more to figure out what is wrong with the toddler. Usually the crying stops (ok…always) but we don’t necessarily figure out why it started in the first place. And $10 says that if she could express why she was mad, she wouldn’t know either. That’s because kids are confusing.
It’s a struggle. But we are learning. We are trying to learn, anyway.
So this just goes out to anyone and everyone who is just figuring it out along the way. You are not alone. There are LOADS of us doing the same thing…taking a day, an hour, a minute at a time and scraping together life lessons and things we’ve learned up until this point to get us through.
I just recently told a friend that, in parenting (and most life situations), there is no right or wrong…but there is a right or wrong FOR YOU. It’s figuring out the rights and wrongs that is the hard part. But we do it and in the end, everything works out.
Parenting is hard stuff. It’s the most rewarding job in the whole universe (I think) but MAN it’s hard.
But yeah….so worth it. 🙂
I have no clue what I’m doing…but that is OK!