Question: I love my child. She is magic. But I don’t love parenting. I just don’t love this phase – she’s 3½, and, man, is it relentless.
I miss the space to be still and alone, literally and inside my own head. I want to find ways to love and appreciate and be in the moment in this parenting gig, because it’s not going away anytime soon. Any advice for this mama, who is madly in love with her child but a bit resentful of all-consuming motherhood?
Answer: I have a good friend who, when our kids were little, I would regularly text to share how desperately I needed a break.
The chaos of living in a small house while parenting one, two and then three children chipped away at my soul, and although my love for my family was endless, so was my desire to get away from them.
I would enviously watch other mothers whom I perceived as blissed-out with motherhood, but when I was brave enough to speak my truth, “I am so burned out with these kids,” they would turn their heads quickly and say, “Me too.” The more I told other parents how tired, and yes, in love I was, the more other parents told me they felt the same way.
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