I went to the doctor for the kids’ annual check ups today. I made the appointment early thinking, great, I’ll knock them all off at the same time in about an hour and then I can get back to work.
Well. Think again.
I was there for two and a half hours. Who would have guessed that Svenja would have a freak out about the shots and have to lie down and be monitored (after dry-heaving for a while)? Who would have thought the nurse would be so THOROUGH. I mean, I’m grateful and all but do you have to ask about how often they floss their teeth and is it really a bad lie if I just nod when she says, “Every day, right?”
But here’s the clincher. I came away from that appointment with eleven new items on my to-do list. ELEVEN. When I told Kevin, he was finally impressed. Usually he acts like, no biggie, I could do that in a heartbeat when I moan about how tedious and time-consuming some of these child-related chores are, but this time he was like, “Wow, you are actually Superwoman!”
I didn’t have the heart to tell him that no, not really, I’m just a plain old mom. We all do it, all the time!
These are the natural, everyday facts of being a mother: you never actually master your to-do list. Never. Once you realize this, once you accept it and make peace with that challenging reality, you learn to handle the unexpected turns in life better. You stop seeking definitive answers and you stop expecting to reach the finish line.
As a mother, you roll with the punches. Your frustration level is lower, because you have understood that you cannot ever be on top of everything. Learning to live with imperfection, with unfinished business and mushrooming to-do’s takes some real patience. But try, because the rewards are manifold.