Sunday, May 12, 2013

THAT family's mother..

~"Mothers are all slightly insane"~ J.D. Salinger



   
 I'm not a huge fan of Mothers day. It isn't that I don't like it-it's more that I don't really see the point of it..Sure, it's sweet that my kids make me a bunch of home made cards and things(that I HAVE to save or they would be very unhappy)..My birthday(49!) was a little over a week ago..and to tell the truth-that is more than enough celebrating of me . But it means something to my kids (although I suppose  that's the way it's meant to be)..-so, I go along with it.  They love me-and really, there isn't much that they wouldn't do for me-so what more could I want? Besides a place to store the forty million home made cards that they have made me over the years..

  When we first moved to this town (almost eight years ago) I was pregnant with Zoe- Lily was two, Oscar four and Sam was seven. My life was pretty much filled with diapers...PBS kids..and..diapers.  There wasn't any time to go out and be social...unless you count the supermarket-but who in their right mind is going to approach a woman with four very young kids clinging to various parts of a shopping cart singing or making train noises at the top of their lungs? (That was my trick to shopping with all of them-if we could pretend to be a train..or sing something we all knew-it kept us all focused-shopping was done quickly-and no one freaked out) I'm guessing that we looked pretty terrifying..with all our "choo-choo's and "Shake it up babies"..I think that for ANY parent who stays at home, the early years are lonely-only you are so busy just trying pick up Lego's(that magically reappear within moments) and clothes and bits of cheerios you don't realize it.. You don't realize how...well... weird you have become. That is, until you start making your way back into adult society.

  Oh it isn't like I was cutting peoples meat or wiping their faces.  It is more like I had forgotten how to have a regular conversation. Now in general, my brain has always been one to run in a million different directions at once. Verbally discussing politics while thinking about shoes and chickens..and whether or not vampires are real. Once you add kids to your life (whether in your head or outside the bathroom door-they are ALWAYS with you) all bets are off.(at least until they start getting older-and you spend more time in the world outside your home)  Maybe it is just me...but when I emerged from the padded room of stay at home parenting-I had such a hard time making non children related small talk.
  "Hi Kathleen, how are you?"
"Peanut butter!"
"..?????..."
"Sorry-I was thinking that I can't forget to pick up peanut butter..I'm good how are you?"..
 I have to say that most of the people I spoke to were very nice...understanding even- as I slowly worked my way back into adult society. I figured that since most of them were parents-they knew where I was coming from-understood even. So life went on..

  Last year, Zoe started school full time. (HOORAY!!) I was back. I finally had time to do some things on my own. What a difference!  I was able to get more involved in the world. Which is a wonderful thing.(except that I somehow wound up becoming a Girl Scout leader..how that happened I really don't know-but it deserves its own post) I started making real connections with people. I have even made a few lovely friends. These are all (except for scouts) good things..I'm out more..I talk a lot more..I'm involved.  From time to time I get questions about my kids..about autism and all things autism related.  I'm actually quite happy to discuss it. It's part of our lives-no big deal...Until one day..I had a parent tell me about how their child was suspected of being on the spectrum. Knowing their child I said "They remind me a lot of my Sam." In which the parent replied "Oh no..they aren't THAT bad."...Excuse me?  Unfortunately, my snappy come back side wasn't functioning that day-so I let it go..(Because really-comparing their child to my Sam- who is so incredibly loved by students and teachers.. cares deeply about his friends and the world.. is a talented artist and storyteller-AND is on the honor roll- WAS A COMPLIMENT)  But it made me realize something..Something I hadn't thought of.. to some  people-we are THAT family..and I am THAT mother. You know, the one people speak of in hushed and at times reverent tones.."wow, she does such a great job with her kids"  "She really has her hands full with those kids-I don't know how she does it." all the while thinking "I'm glad it's not me!"  Holy crap!

  I don't want to be THAT mother! No! Ewwwwwwwwww! I mean honestly..I'm just a regular mother.  Really. There are no "God thought you were extra special so he gave you those kids" yucky platitudes..nor is there any "God doesn't give you any more than you can handle" tripe. Believe me-there are days when I want to run away from home-just like any other parent. Days where my kids drive me up the wall..and days where I can not seem to get enough of them because they are that wonderful. We are a regular family No better and certainly no less than anyone else. We just sometimes do things a little differently. But, I guess to some people-different is scary.  Which is a shame..Because when I look at my kids..our family..I find my self  overwhelmed by how much I love them.  Sometimes I will reach over to hug them and my feet...they leave the ground.  THAT is the kind of mother that I am and THOSE are the children that I have. I really couldn't ask for more..well....maybe a place to put all of their millions of cards,,,chocolate would be nice too.
My Mothers day gifts this year.


                                             

8 comments:

K Wombles said...

:-) Two posts in two days!

I stick the cards in between books in the bookcases--that way someday if they decided, when I'm gone to clear the books out, they'll discover them.

Looking for Blue Sky said...

Yes to sometimes forgetting how to have a proper conversation, and yes to not particularly liking being told I'm a wonderful Mum - too much to live up to! Happy Mother's Day x

farmwifetwo said...

Worst things you can tell me...

"You are a good advocate"
"I don't know how you do it"
"All children are like that" - when referring to the passing-for-normal 13yr old.

I've learned to spend less time in autism-land online and the real world. I decided that autism was something we lived with not for. I've also discovered that most parents hate being told or once they ask for advice actually getting it, about autism (or any dx).

You'll find our house "normal" with "normal" parents...

Hope you had a good Mother's Day. I'm thinking of taking it today with the kids at school and the Dh farming, it's quiet. Shhhh... don't tell them :)

kathleen said...

Kim-that is a fabulous idea!
@bluesky-yes being put on a pedestal or given a halo is awful..Happy mothers day to you too-I know you celebrate yours at a different time of year-so I'll share mine with you.
@Farmwife-I'll never tell..:)) Yup- normal here as well.. Happy mothers day to you too..

Floortime Lite Mama said...

I loved your post so much
its so very true

Stephanie Allen Crist said...

Kathleen, I've been THAT mom and we've been THAT family for so long I don't even remember when it happened or when I realized it.

You'll get over it. You'll shrug it off and get back, wholly and without question, to being the family you've always been.

Though, I do have to point out, being THAT mom does give you a lovely bit of plausible deniability when it comes to getting out of things (scouts?) that you don't want to do. You don't even have to make a point of saying why; they'll just assume they know and you can happily leave their (erroneous) assumptions intact.

kathleen said...

@ Floortime-thanks :))

@Stephanie-Ha! I know..there ARE things that I haven't even been asked to do..and (it took me a while) now I know why! Yes..I shall embrace being "That" mother..and let the assumptions be assumed. Thankfully..I am DONE with scouts!! HOORAY!!!!

Stephanie Allen Crist said...

Congratulations! I never did much care for scouts. Of course, I was a scout then.