Be a Happier Parent or Laugh Trying. Betsy Kerekes

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СКАЧАТЬ toilet, but they’re still difficult. I know because I currently have one. Or rather, we have one. I made the mistake of referring to him as “my baby” within earshot of my seven-year-old. “He’s not your baby, Mom. He’s our baby, too.” I stand corrected.

      So when our baby was overdue, my fellow mom-friends felt so much sympathy for me. I, on the other hand, relished how easy he was to take care of while still inside of me. All his needs were being met, no poopy diapers had to be changed, and I could cart him everywhere with my hands free. He was like a Bluetooth baby.

      Now things are more difficult — and I know difficult. I’ve earned two PhDs and three masters, completed both a decathlon and a triathlon, was CEO of a Fortune 500 company, swam the English Channel, rode a barrel over Niagara Falls, and flew on the Apollo 13 Mission. (I wasn’t in the movie because I accidentally insulted Kevin Bacon’s mother.) Despite having totally, totally done all those things, I find parenting is still the hardest job ever. And the most rewarding.

      During a homily at Mass, the deacon said, “Think about how God loves you,” and so I did. Almost immediately the image of my baby boy popped into my mind and my heart swelled with love. This is how God the Father loves us, his children, despite how frustrating we can be. Baby Joseph doesn’t listen to — or do — what I say, cries inexplicably, and gets bored easily even when he’s given lots of shiny new toys to play with. Sound familiar? Joseph has no idea all I do for him and the sacrifices I make. God’s like, “Yeah. I might know a thing or two about that.” Yet, I love my child completely and unequivocally, like my heavenly father loves me. (Baby Joe is also astonishingly cute, so there’s another similarity.)

      Being a happy parent means focusing on the love we feel for our children, not on how trying and tiring they can be. It’s taking an attitude of “the milk bottle is half full” rather than “that bottle is half empty and gosh I’d better refill it soon before he starts shrieking.” (But go ahead and refill now, because shrieking babies are no fun.) Recalling the joy children bring us is the antidote to the frustration they also bring. My mom frequently says to my dad, “It’s a good thing you’re so cute.” I find myself doing the same with Joe.

      Once, when my husband was holding Joe, I came walking down the hallway toward him. When he saw me, his face lit up and his arms and legs started jerking around like crazy. I’m going to hold on to that image forever, especially when he’s seventeen, or if he ever eats the last of the ice cream. I also appreciate that he’s not bothered by my appearance in the morning, or any other time of day for that matter. This is the joy a happy parent must recall.

      Focusing on the blessings in your life, even if your house is a mess or the laundry is piling up, is the antidote to the parenting pits. Clearly your kids don’t mind those messes since they enjoy making them, and rolling around in a pile of unfolded laundry is the rainy-day equivalent of jumping in a pile of leaves. Why deprive your children of that joy? Instead, maintain an attitude of gratitude by focusing on the positive. Your children have enough clothes that they can get some dirty. The dishes stacked in the sink prove that you have ample food for your family. You have this wonderful book in your hands. Ice cream exists. And the list goes on and on.

      Granted, during the sleep-deprived newborn days, it’s hard to stay positive. We know God doesn’t give us more than we can handle, but sometimes I feel like he gives me too much credit, as in, “I’m flattered you think I can do all of this, but I respectfully disagree.” To combat that sentiment, I choose to latch on to the sweet little things while they last. For instance, there’s nothing quite like waking up in the morning next to my baby, both of us lying on our backs, moving our limbs and grunting: me because I’m stretching, him because he’s filling his diaper. The next step is starting the day with a prayer, even if you mean to say, “Help me know and follow your will today,” but instead it comes out as, “Just five more minutes,” or “Please tell me I remembered to set the coffeemaker last night.” If I can read just a snippet of something holy, such as the life of a saint, I find it inspires me and provides a little more patience to make it through the day.

      Patience does seem to be the key, though often it feels like I’ve tucked that key in my back pocket, forgetting there’s a hole in it. For the short while that I’m able to keep my patience, it’s quite helpful. At other times, I try not to sigh too heavily. I don’t just mean patience with your children — obviously that — but patience with yourself and your spouse, too. Along with that comes recognizing that you’ll make mistakes. When I think back on the ones I’ve made with my children, it makes me cringe, sometimes even cry. It’s a good thing they have memories as short as their attention spans. It also helps knowing that I’m not the only parent who messes up. I saw a picture of a T-shirt tag that bore the instructions: “Remove child before washing.” I mean, if that has to be stated for some parents, I can’t be doing too badly.

      It’s a good thing we can learn from our mistakes. “The lesson retain, but forget the pain,” is a good motto. Once when we were staying at my in-laws, my young daughter was napping in the basement. The rest of us were sitting on the front lawn. The thought occurred to me that she would be waking up soon and I should check on her, but I didn’t feel like getting up. Soon she came out, crying, with my sister-in-law who’d heard her. She woke up in a strange place and didn’t know how to find me. After roughly a decade, that incident still gets me. I’ve learned that when you have a thought like, “Go check on your kid,” it’s likely your guardian angel or the Holy Spirit prompting you to action. I ignored it. He probably tried not to sigh too heavily. Thankfully, children are amazingly resilient. Even when you screw up, they have a tendency to overlook your shortcomings and love you anyway. We can learn a lot from our children.

      Letting go can be a tough skill to learn, but taking a deep breath and moving on after an unfortunate incident will help you maintain a happier demeanor, especially when it comes to things you have no control over. Some days your children are just going to be fussy, like they’re taking turns or have it scheduled on a secret calendar. Keeping a sense of humor helps. Once I asked a friend how her kids were. She responded: “For sale.”

      If you’re a perfectionist, having children may be particularly difficult, especially if you’re the type who tries to maintain a spotless home and the aforementioned laundry leaping idea doesn’t do it for you. You can be happier if you adopt this principle: let it go. Embroider it on a pillow if necessary.

      Here’s a scenario: after breakfast, the floor under your table looks like the leftovers at the carnival in Charlotte’s Web. You want to sweep it immediately, but you’re unable because you’re wrangling tiny people all day. Lunch happens, and now the floor looks like the streets of New Orleans after Mardi Gras. You want to pull your hair out, but you still haven’t found time to clean. The solution? Make like Elsa and let it go. I don’t mean go a week without sweeping under the table. If mice move in to clean up the mess for you, well, that could be a win or a loss. The floor is getting cleaned, but if those mice start building temples to their gods complete with statues made from food scraps that impressively resemble your children, then you may have a problem. Get out the broom and destroy a civilization. But for those everyday things that put the perfectionist in you on high alert, remember that the world won’t end and your house won’t fall down around you if you don’t get to it right away. Take a deep breath, relax a little. Have another cup of coffee. The floor can wait.

      Eventually you’ll reach the point where you are able to get some cleaning or other important tasks completed. For me, accomplishing a long-overdue task is priceless, much like a gemstone due to its rareness. Someone also told me you get endorphins from crossing things off your to-do list, which is why I have “Cross something off to-do list” written several times on mine.

      If you take care of business right away, you get that sense of fulfillment and keep the task off a growing to-do list. Instead of staring at the cobweb in the corner for days, thinking, “I should take care of that,” just take СКАЧАТЬ