INSANITY OF MOTHERHOOD motherhood midlife madness

Mom of three boys, wife, educator, and all around nice gal in the middle of a midlife something. It's not a crisis, but it's something…

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Mom Says It Again

The other night at dinner Tall Boy sprung the news to my husband and I his school had an open house the next night.  My reaction wasn’t one of joy.

“Mom, open house for school is tomorrow.” – Tall Boy

“Really? I don’t remember seeing the email.  That’s too bad.” – Mother

“You always say that, Mom.” – Tall Boy

“Say what?” – Mother

“Say, that’s too bad”.  – Tall Boy

“No, I don’t”. –  Mother

“Yes you do”. – Tall Boy

“You do, Mom”. – Little Boy

“You have a bunch of things you say all the time.  You repeat the same sayings over and over.” – Old Boy

“What are you talking about?  What do I say over and over?” – Mother

For the next half hour at dinner the family proceeded tell me quotes I use on a daily basis.  Every mother has a few quotes to be remembered by, but apparently I have more than the average mom.  This morning when I woke up my husband kindly (or not so kindly) left a list of my quotes for my on the counter.  Ten quotes isn’t too many is it?

That’s too bad.

I say this one a lot.  It’s used when I’m not happy.

“Mom, Dad said to tell you the washing machine is broken.”

Stop talking.

This quote is used when my boys won’t stop talking.  It’s self explanatory.

Stay calm.

When I feel frazzled I use the quote to remind myself what I need to do.  I used this excessively teaching the teenagers to drive.


This is another quote to show my unhappiness for a situation.

“The guys will be over soon for a sleepover, Mom.”

Stop bothering those people.

This wonderful quote isn’t an original of mine.  My husband overheard a mother saying it to her annoying son while waiting in line at LEGOLAND.  I use it to remind my boys to be good in public.  Not sure who “those people” are though.

The thing is…

Here’s another stolen quote.  This one comes from my older sister.  She says this all the time to explain a situation.  I use it to explain things too.

“The thing is…money doesn’t grow on trees.  Dad and I don’t have money to hand out when you waste your money on new muscle shirts.”


All mothers say this quote.  This one is used mainly for my little son.  I remind him to stay on task and get the job done.

Hubble up.

A morning routine saying.  This one means, “Hurry up people or we’ll be late again.”

What’s happening in the land of ___________ grade?

I like this quote.  I say it instead of the usual, “How was your day at school?”  It has a fill in the blank section that makes it easy to say for multiple children.

Don’t forget about trash and recycling.

This quote is said everyday to Old Boy.  It’s his job to take out the trash and recycling and he never remembers.  I do a daily reminder for him.  He hates this quote, but if he did his job I wouldn’t need to remind him.

I’m sorry to hear about that.

Another one of my “I’m not happy to hear that” quotes.

“Mom, we are out of toilet paper again.”

Mom’s are supposed to have famous quotes.  Years from now when I am gone they’ll have happy memories of their mother’s sayings.  At least I hope they’re happy memories.  If they don’t that’s too bad.


Doing What Matters Most

I’ve enrolled in summer school.  Summer school goes against everything summer is supposed to be about.  The reason I signed up for summer school is so I can finish my college course work earlier. It seemed like a good idea when I signed up, but now that I’m doing the work I’m not sure.

Six months ago I left my job.  I enrolled in college to finish educational requirements toward obtaining a child development permit to further my career.  The class I’m taking this summer is the last of the administration classes needed for the permit.  However, instead of looking for work, I’ve decided to continue with more child development classes.

Not looking for work wasn’t a decision I made lightly.  Our family is able to manage on one income, but it’s not easy.  Each month we make decisions financially on things we can and can’t pay for.  If I work things would be easier financially.   I’d like to work, but finding a job that fits the needs of my family and myself is proving difficult.

I’ve looked for work since I left the old job.  I’ve had several interviews and job offers.  However, each time I need to make a decision whether to take the job, something doesn’t seem right.  My gut instinct tells me it would cause more stress than it’s worth.  Although my family doesn’t have the money we’d like, but our stress level is lower and overall we are happier.

My instincts have rarely led me astray.  The times I haven’t listened to it is when I usually get in trouble.  My gut says to wait until my youngest son is older or find a job that’s flexible enough to support his needs.  If I was the mother of only two teenagers and didn’t have a little eight year old boy, I’d be working.  I like working and I’m good at it.  But being available for my little child is more important. Not everyone has the opportunity to be able to be home for their child. I’m blessed to be able to have an option.

The truth is, childhood goes fast..alarmingly fast.  Old Boy leaves for college in a few weeks and I still think of him as a little boy in the stroller, at the zoo.  I’ve been fortunate to have been home each day to care for him.  I’m glad I had the opportunity.  Any sacrifices I’ve made have been worth it.  I’m willing to do the same for Little Boy.

I would have never predicted eighteen years ago I would be doing the same job, but it’s a good job.  Maybe the best job and to me I’m doing work that what matters most.

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Leave it at That

A conversation between a mother and a teenage son.

Boy is sitting at computer.  Boy calls to mother to come near him.

Mom.  Mom, can you come here?” – Tall Boy

“I’m cooking dinner right now.  Can you wait?” – Mother

“No.  It’s important.  I want to show you something.” – Tall Boy

“How important?  If it’s one of those motorized car videos I will pass.”  – Mother

“No, it’s something else.  Come on, Mom.” – Mother

“Okay.  Jeez. ” – Mother

Mother walks over to son.  Mother looks at son.

Well?” – Mother

“Look.” – Tall Boy

Son points to computer screen.  Mother looks at computer screen.

Are those your grades?” – Mother

Yes.” – Tall Boy

“Wow. That’s amazing.  Good for you.”- Mother

“Thanks, Mom.” – Tall Boy

I want you to know your Dad and I are very proud of you.  You’ve come a long way.  Things weren’t always easy for you or for us, but now look at you.  We support you 100%.  Well, almost 100%.  I guess it’s more like 95%, because if you get arrested and go to jail we won’t support you.  We expect you to stay out of jail and be an honorable citizen. So, don’t screw up.  Stay the path you’re on now and things will be fine.  Better than fine.  They’ll be great.  Super great.  College is coming soon, so do your best.  Do you understand what I’m trying to say?” – Mother

Mother kisses son on the head.

“Um…thanks, Mom.  I think.  Next time I show you my grades could you just say well done and leave it at that?” – Tall Boy




This morning Little Boy asked me to pick him up and carry him in my arms.  While we were walking in the hallway of his school a parent asked, “Isn’t he too big to be carried like that?”  I looked at her and smiled, but said nothing.  I just kept walking with my eight year old boy in my arms.  Why did I carry my little son in my arms, when he is perfectly capable of walking by himself?  Because…

Because he asked me to.

Because I didn’t have anything else in my arms.

Because we weren’t late for school and had the time.

Because I am strong enough to still carry him.

Because I won’t always be strong enough to carry him.

Because one day he will stop asking me.

Because I realize how quickly children grow up, as I deal with Old Boy leaving for college soon.

Because it’s a loving gesture to hold someone close, as I deal with a father who is ill and I may not have as many times to hold him as I would like.

Because he is still a little boy and eight years old isn’t so big.

Because I don’t care if someone thinks I am enabling him.

Because I love my boy. Love that consumes me sometimes and I want to express it.

Because when I pick him up he puts his warm cheek next to mine and I remember why I love children so much.

Because it makes him happy…really happy.  He feels loved and cared for.

Because it makes me happy.

Because it makes both of us happy.

Because we can.


Taking the First Step

When you make a life change many people don’t know what to say.  After dropping off my little son at school yesterday a fellow parent started a conversation with me.

So are you enjoying all of your free time?” – Parent

“Um.  I’m not sure I know what you mean?” – Me

“Well, now that you’re not working you have a lot more time to yourself, right?” – Parent

“Yes, for now.  I start school next week so I won’t have as much time then.” – Me

“Yeah, but it’s not the same as working now is it?” – Parent

“No, I guess not.” – Me

Instead of carrying on with the conversation I told the fellow parent I needed to go.  I wished her a good day and left her standing the school parking lot.

When I reached my car I took a deep breath.  I wondered if I would always feel the need to defend my choice to leave my job.  I didn’t explain myself to the fellow parent, but I sure felt like it.  The urge to explain every last detail is overwhelming sometimes.  I made the mistake a few weeks ago explaining what I was doing with my life, to someone I didn’t know and have regretted it ever since.  I ended up spilling out my life story in less than and hour to someone I hardly knew.  After that experience I vowed to stay quiet.

Sometimes we don’t realize how unhappy we are in a situation until we leave.  This was definitely the case with me.  I didn’t hate the job or the work environment  I was at, but I realize now it wasn’t the right fit.  I kept trying to make it fit though.  I thought something was wrong with me because everyone else seemed happy and I wasn’t.  I tried to change who I was so I could fit the job better, but in the end it made me more unhappy.  I realize now if something doesn’t fit it’s better to find something that does.

I’ve come to learn a few things about myself over the course of the last six weeks.  Things I needed to learn and accept, so I won’t make the same mistakes in the future.

Family is my top priority.

The family I was born into, the family I created and the family I married into are the most important people in my life.  The more time I spend with my family and happier I become. I realized my choice for a career must allow me as much time as possible with them.

I’m not a type A personality.

I’ve said this many times before, but it’s really true.  Although I can do many things at the same time (school, volunteer, work, and family), I don’t like it. I’m more comfortable to reduce the load and do a few things successfully, then try to be Wonder Woman feeling stressed out.

When you sell yourself short everyone loses.

I under bid my salary at my last job.  I thought I was doing the job a favor, but in the end I felt resentment for not being paid what I deserved.  I should have never sold my value for such a low price.  If the work you do matters, then ask for the salary it deserves.

You can be replaced.

The work environment adjusts quicker to change, than the person who leaves it.  I thought leaving would have more of an impact, but humans adjust by filling in the gap.  The work goes on just as life does.  I’m reminded that I’m replaceable…we all are.

I’m discouraged at the prospect of starting over…yet again.  However, by reflecting back I’ve taken the first step.

My plan is ready.  I’m ready to move on.

























The Center of The Universe

A conversation between a mother and a little boy.

Mother is cleaning the kitchen.  Mother looks at the kitchen table.

“Hey, who made the big mess on the kitchen table?” – Mother

Silence.  Mother glances in living room and sees little boy.

“Did you make the mess on the table?” – Mother

“Maybe.” – Little Boy

“What do you mean maybe?” – Mother

Mother walks over to kitchen table.

“These look like your pens and markers.  Someone has been drawing.” – Mother

Mother looks a one of the drawings.

“This has your name on it.  Did you draw it?” – Mother

“Maybe.” – Little Boy

Mother looks closely at the drawing.

“What is the drawing about?” – Mother

“It’s about our family.  First there was you and then daddy.  Then came my big brothers and then came me.” – Little Boy

“Oh.” – Mother

“You are the center of the universe.  You are beginning of it all.” – Little Boy

Mother smiles.

“I’m the center of the universe?  I’ll clean up the mess on the table.” – Mother





The Power of One Little Word

A conversation between a mother and a teenage son.

Mother and son engage in a conversation.  Mother discusses conversation held with son earlier in the day.

I’m disappointed in the way you handled my simple request this morning.  Your response was very self-centered.” – Mother

“I was in a hurry.  I didn’t have time to help you out.” – Tall Boy

“Yes, you did.  You had time.  I asked you help me with something that was important to me.  I was emotional and needed to know I could count on you.” – Mother

” I know.” – Tall Boy

“Remember to think of others as often as you think of yourself.  Your feelings are important, but so are other people’s.  Hearing how ill my dad is very hard.  I need to know you will support me when times are tough.  I need to know you will be the loving son I’ve raised you to be.” – Mother

“I’m sorry, Mom.  I know things have been hard for you lately.  I love you SO much.” – Tall Boy

Teenage son walks over to mother and gives her a hug.

“I’ve never heard you say that to me before.” – Mother

“Never say what?” – Tall Boy

“Say you love me SO much.” – Mother

“I tell you I love you all the time.” – Tall Boy

“You tell me you love me, but I’ve never heard you say you love me SO much.” – Mother

“I say it everyday I guess just not out loud.” – Tall Boy

Mother smiles.

“I love you SO much too.” – Mother

One little word can change everything.




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