Thursday, September 30, 2010

tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther....*


When my girls are in bed, in cute jammies, sleeping soundly, I feel like the worst mother in the world for a thousand little reasons. Like I could have done better. Should have done better. More, better, faster, longer. I feel bad that I didn’t make magical Bento Box lunches, like the magical Briar. That they didn’t eat anything green today. I feel bad that I didn’t read enough books, and even snapped one closed when they were being too wiggly, and threatened to stop reading for good unless they adhered to my reading policiy. I let them watch too much TV, because we were stuck inside for most of the day, trapped by the threat of a massive storm named Nicole, which turned out to be not much of anything. (We made it to the playground, at least.) I let them eat way too many ice pops, mainly because I love watching Avery shuffle off to the kitchen, open the freezer, pull out a pop and hide it behind her back and then come and find me wherever I am, and say “Don’t be mad Momma. I just want a purple pop. Purple’s my favorite.” How can I say no to that? How? I can’t. But after three pops each, they explode into a sugar rush and play Let’s Move All The Cushions And Pillows into One Central Location and Jump! and I deeply regret my errors and lose patience.

But now when they are all nestled in their beds, Maddie tucked in like a bug in a rug and Avery, on top of her covers, which are already twisted up. And then I take comfort in the fact that I let them stomp in puddles at the playground, because that’s what kids do, and just gave them a bath when they got home. And I let them play “Slide” in the tub, even though it is, oh, dangerous. “Look Momma, you’re smiling” said Avery. Because it did make me smile, the way they stood up at the back of the tub and said “Let’s do it together” and then they would sliiiiide down and make a splash. The look of surprise on the faces, it made me smile. And I let them each pick out a snack at the store (Cheddar Bunnies for Avery and Scooby Snacks for Madeline). So maybe that is the balance there. I try to remember that a good mother doesn’t have to be perfect all of the time.

Back up to Massachusetts tomorrow. It is stunning up there now, with the leaves changing color. It’s bulb planting time. I think the girls are going to love doing that. Maybe almond asiago pesto pizza with farm-fresh leeks and squash and corn. Maybe a movie on the couch at night, while I wait, hopefully, to hear the owl calls. Taking lots of pictures and waiting to see if one of my pictures receives an honorable mention in a photo contest I entered. That would be nice.

* Thanks Fitzgerald. He gets credit for that quote.I always loved that. Seems an apt description of motherhood.

6 comments:

psapph0 said...

Your "maybe"s sound both sad and hopeful...

Hope it's working out :-)

::hugs::

K J and the kids said...

It's all perception. What you think is happiness and what they do.
I think you were able to find both :)
Great post and SUPER cute pictures.

judy k said...

Thanks for this. After a long night of (not very eloquently) fielding four kids through their Friday night routine, I was feeling a bit beaten. You reminded me to look at the mothering I managed to do pretty well and not harp on the moments where I felt like a failure.
I also wanted to mention that I have been re reading some of Caroline Knapp’s work and I love the similarity in your writing styles.

Shelli said...

almond asiago pesto pizza with farm-fresh leeks and squash and corn.


You may not make bento boxes, but um - HELLO, DARLING! If I'm lucky, it's fishsticks and broccoli.

;)

xo

Shelli said...

almond asiago pesto pizza with farm-fresh leeks and squash and corn.


You may not make bento boxes, but um - HELLO, DARLING! If I'm lucky, it's fishsticks and broccoli.

;)

xo

gypsygrrl said...

jennifer, you are a good mom. i see it in their faces and feel it in your words (bad moms wouldnt worry if they were doing it well or not, they just dont care)

thanks for sharing your kiddos with us here :)

xo,
gypsy