Every time my kids have a meltdown in public or at home when someone happens to be over, half my energy is spent trying to calm my children while the other half is spent wondering what the other people witnessing my parenting fail must think of me.
Wow. She really has no control over her children whatsoever.
Then I imagine they must think— how ironic that Ilana writes a parenting blog when she is the WORST parent!
I’m sad to say, I feel this way rather often.
But I’ve also noticed something else. Whenever someone else’s child has a tantrum in front of me, whether the parents are friends or total strangers, I never jump to the conclusion they are terrible parents.
I think the following:
1) Oh my god, I’m so glad it’s not just my kids.
2) I bet they feel totally stressed in this moment; I hope they realize I am not one to judge.
3) In fact, I kind of enjoy other people’s children having a meltdown. (Particularly in the company of my husband because we’ll usually exchange a smile that says, “See? It’s not just us!”)
4) I should hang out this person more often! We totally get each other!
I feel the same way about parents with messy houses and parents who pack half-assed lunches and parents who forget to bring permission slips for school field trips on the required dates.
I think— well, this person is a GREAT mom and she put off her back-to-school shopping until the store was sold out of composition notebooks also, so… I can’t be so bad!
It’s funny how we give other people a pass that we don’t give ourselves.
I’ve been letting a lot of random people into my life recently for blog related stuff like videos and photo shoots, which always makes me a bit nervous. It’s different than writing about my kids when everything is firmly under my control. Each time, I fear I am letting them in on a big secret— I suck at parenting. They witness my kids misbehaving and then they see me either being too strict or too lenient and not being effective in either case. They see I use sweets to get my kids in line, I resort to screen time too often and I run around trying to meet their demands because sometimes it’s easier than teaching them to do things for themselves.
But then the people leave and tell me how amazing my kids have been and how it’s such a pleasure to work with me and I’m left wondering— do I see things differently in my head than they really are? Is the whining not as annoying as I imagine? Are my failings not as obvious to an outsider? Do the good parenting moments outweigh the bad and I just can’t see them?
You know how your kid does something small, like draw a stick figure or stack a few blocks and you think it’s the most amazing feat any child has ever accomplished? Perhaps parents magnify the bad moments in the exact same way.
It’s your kid, so the meltdowns feel bigger, badder, louder.
When I used to film The Mommy Show, I knew the whole point was for my kids to make it super difficult for me to conduct interviews. But yet, in the moment, I was always mortified my children were jumping on the couch or refusing to do what I said, in front of my very important guests.
Watching the videos back, it never comes across like I’m a bad mom during the show. The moments of Mazzy acting up or not sitting still were the best parts of the episodes— because it was real and funny, not because it was an example of horrific parenting.
I try to remember that lesson whenever my kids are misbehaving. They are just acting like kids. And two seconds later they are cuddly and wonderful and all is forgotten.
I guess what I want to say is that if you feel like you are not the best parent, know you are probably the only one who thinks that way. I don’t think nearly as many people are judging as we are made to believe. And the good parents are more likely the ones who spend time wondering if they are doing a good enough job.
When I see moms with crying kids at the school bus stop or hear the tone in their voice when they apologize for forgetting about a playdate, I don’t look down at them.
I relate to them.
Whenever I post about an issue I’ve had with my kids, at least one person comments with “the struggle is real” or “story of my life”. These phrases are used so frequently, I don’t think much of them. But there’s a larger meaning that’s important for us all to hear.
These parents are saying— don’t sweat it. It happens to us all.
I’m going to try to remember that the next time my kids get mad over a bowl of cereal or a wrong colored cup.
It’s not me being a bad parent. It’s just part of raising kids.
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Just talk about your own feelings of parental self-doubt or acknowledge a moment where you allowed yourself to be proud of something you did as a parent— whether it’s something you do daily like make sure you eat dinner as a family or something that happened once, like the time you squashed a meltdown with a really good distraction.
Lately, I’ve gotten better at pinpointing the things that make Harlow laugh (like pretending to eat her belly or singing the crocodile version of Row Your Boat). It doesn’t work every time but sometimes I can use them to stop a melt down.
Being able to channel Harlow’s fits into fits of laughter is one my best parenting tools and when someone witnesses me being able to make the transition, I truly feel like a great mom for that moment.
And then Mazzy starts whining because I’m giving Harlow too much attention and I question myself all over again.
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I love this. It’s funny because my husband and I stopped at Target after work yesterday with our daughter who was super tired from daycare. She had a fit, layed down on the floor, screamed her head off, the whole ordeal. Normally when she does that I try my hardest to calm her down before anyone starts to stare but this time I just let her have her moment because I knew she was tired and overwhelmed. It didn’t make me a bad mom, I just knew what she needed was to not be there so we finished up as quickly as we could, got her home and had dinner as a family.
We’re due with our second child in December so while I’m nervous about the transition, just realizing that I need to be calm in hectic moments has helped tremendously with our 2 year old, and as we prepare for the new baby.
Ugh, I worry that I’m failing and I am not doing enough all the time. I worry about what others might think, so that holds me back sometimes from enjoying my self or the moment but I am proud that I try my best and my daughter is happy & healthy. I hope one day I will stop caring about looking silly and just be silly with my girl. ☺️
Something that really makes me proud is when others compliment me on my daughter’s manners. I have always tried to instill in her that you have to say please and thank you. One of the things her teacher complimented at her last evaluation was her table manners and for some reason that made me more proud than the fact that she knows how to write her name. (she has a very long name)
I am always on edge while in public that my son will have some sort of meltdown. He is four but is very big for his age so he looks older than he is. This past weekend we were shopping at wally world and he got mad and ran from me. In the cereal aisle I plopped him down and said “Time out.” And there we sat until the time was up while people walked around us shopping for their cereal. I was proud that I was sticking to the routine regardless of where we were and the stares. Once that was over he was good the rest of the trip!
I am a music teacher. My 4 year old son comes to after school rehearsals with me on a fairly regular basis. I always feel really self-conscious because I feel like I can’t discipline him in front of my students. He hangs on me, whines, demands food, runs around like crazy, and interrupts me when I’m conducting. It’s like he knows I’m not going to yell at him in front of the kids, and gets away with lots of obnoxious behavior he wouldn’t normally attempt. It also undermines my relationships with the students because they see me accepting terrible things from him that I would never let them get away with. The worst is when I have to get really serious with them, my son will come up and try to hug me, they all giggle, and miss the point of whatever (obviously profound) point I was making. I just think, this poor kid keeps getting dragged along to all these choir, band, and musical rehearsals. It’s not his fault we’re on my turf instead of his.
When my son was a baby, I commented to my best friend about how I felt like everything I did was wrong or potentially hurting/scarring my child for life. I talked about sometimes being unable to make “big decisions” because I didn’t *know* what was right but that I figured everyone felt like that.
Her: “Oh, I never felt like that.”
Me: *crickets*
All of these posts are making me tear up. I get a lot of self doubt about my son not being a great sleeper, and I’m sure it’s my fault. I didn’t sleep train him right, I “babied” (my baby) too much, or didn’t make him feel secure enough. Whatever.
If there is one area that I’m proud of, is that my child feels secure enough to adventure. To greet other kids, to not need me to hold his hand to while he plays at the park, he doesn’t cry when he’s left with grandma or in the church nursery, etc.
My favorite fit redirection trick lately has been that when my son, 2 years, is worked up, I will stop, look him in the eyes and do a lion “RAWRRRRRRR” Sometimes he will rawr back and we have a rawring contest until he cools down and goes back to playing. On the times that it doesnt work he will usually run away from me and the fit will commence but after a quick cuddle he is usually right as rain.
Thank you for this post! I can so relate. The thing that bothers me most is when I handle something the wrong way with my daughter because I’ve misunderstood or I’m sick or distracted or tired or whatever and I can just see the disappointment in her eyes. What helps – and I share in case it helps others – is the next day, I’ll bring it up and say I made a mistake yesterday when I did or said xyz. I was feelibg frustrated and I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. Next time, I’m going to try to take 5 deep breaths first. Etc. she’s almost 5 so can get this stuff. And she sometimes offers something she can do next time, like get dressed quicker or whatever. It melts our hearts both of us, teaches her it’s ok to apologize, it’s ok to make mistakes etc. and heals the hurt. At first I thought it would undercut my authority with her but it’s just the opposite. It brings us closer to understanding each other.
Oh my gosh!!! You could have been in my head at about fifteen different points in this post! I doubt myself CONSTANTLY – particularly when I see other people’s kids behaving like little angels. Mine are more like gremlins you’ve fed after midnight most days – and I’m always so aware that because I’m so public about parenting (foster parenting in particular) that many more eyes are on me than if I were just that quiet little family down the street. BUT… reading other moms like you being so completely honest about their own doubts and insecurities makes me feel SO MUCH MORE HUMAN!!! Now, when I’m seriously freaking myself out because I’ve been so bogged down lately with life that I’ve not taken the time to precook and make homemade, from scratch lunches to send with my kids and wondering, if by sending them to school with Chef Boyardee Ravioli and an apple, they are going to grow up with unhealthy eating habits (even though 97% of the time I do actually pack really super healthy lunches), it makes it easier for me to calm the eff down and realize the world isn’t going to end (sorry for that terrifically run on sentence). I love the moments of honesty other moms have just posted. I wish all of us could really see what the others are thinking in our moments of self doubt – I’m sure we’d all end up with a much larger circle of friends if we knew the others were just like us! 🙂
We always have dinner together as a family. Sometimes it is a struggle but we make it happen. I also always have a purse full of toys to use as a distraction while we are out.
As a busy, working mother of 3 children 15, 7 and 2, I struggle with parenting doubt constantly. My kids are so spread apart in age that it is hard to find things that all 3 will enjoy. I worry that they aren’t getting enough of my undivided attention. Being their mother is such a gift though and I wouldn’t trade it for anything
Dear God, This was yesterday at daycare pick up in front of my mom friend… Complete meltdown for at least 15 minutes while she tried to help calm him down! Luckily she gently reminded me of that time a month ago when the roles were reversed and her son was the one having such a bad fit, I had to just leave them in the parking lot so he’d even get in the car! That’s when you know you’ve got a keeper of a mom friend!
I think every parent goes through self doubt at least once. Every time my toddler throws a fit in a public place I wonder if I even know what I’m doing. I wonder if the parents nearby are judging me because they know some secret about how to handle tantrums that I don’t know.
But honestly, my worst moments of self doubt come when I feel judged in my parenting by my family. They all live in the same town and I’m two states away. Sometimes when I tell them about different incidents or about our routine or about anything to do with parenting, they respond in ways that make me feel like they disapprove of how I do things and that they think I’m still really young and inexperienced. I’m the baby of the family by several years so they often don’t take me seriously or act like they think my ideas aren’t valid. But I try to remembe to look at my son and see how happy he is and I try to catch the good moments and acknowledge them out loud: “I am a good mom!”
This past Wednesday! My six year old had an appointment with his pediatrician for his ADHD. My youngest, who is 22 months and strong willed, was getting into things and I was trying to keep him under control while trying to have a conversation with the doctor. Then the doctor starts in with how routine is so important and maybe I can leave the little one at home next time. I felt awful. I was trying to be my usual strict self but also trying just to get through the appointment without too much screaming and he seemed to be criticizing me for it. I don’t have sitters at my beck and call. And I feel bad enough that my eldest has ADHD like me (roll of the dice I guess) But I felt better because I got loads of random hugs and “I love you”‘s from my eldest throughout the day, so I must be doing something right. His brother can be made smile just by giving him a funny high-five. And every bedtime my eldest still wants me to sing “his song”, which I have sung to him since he was born. And in those moments I can see where I have really shined as a parent.
This one hit home for me. I often feel like I am messing up royally on a regular basis. It’s hard not to see the negative magnified and I am my own worst critic. Last weekend, we met up with a college friend of mine who had not seen my kids in quite a long time. We walked around town, a park, etc. At times I felt like my kids were being too whiney or hyper, etc. But my friend texted me later that night to tell me how impressed she was with how polite, kind, and well behaved they are! I think sometimes we need the reminder from others that we are all doing the very best we can for our families!
The battles I fought with my son and daughter when they were younger, especially in their teen years, very often left me in self doubt, wondering if I was picking my battles wisely, if my parenting skills were not the right ones, if I was somehow creating problems in my children that would cause them problems down the road.
Now that they are 25 and 27 and I see with amazement and pride the responsible, stable, adults they have become, I realize that following my heart when raising them was absolutely the best course I cold have taken.
The values I instilled in them are now in full bloom.
My daughter recently told me, “Mom, all those things I ferociously stood my ground on, with absolute certainty that I was right and you were wrong …..I now realize you were right on every one of them but there was no way I could have seen that at the time.”
Follow your heart and listen to your gut.
I live my entire parenting life in a constant state of self-doubt, but one thing I have learned to be pretty good about is picking my battles. There are definitely times when I blow up for no good reason (see: yesterday’s lecture to my daughter over wanting a new backpack even though her old one is perfectly fine, or yelling at my toddler because she got water all over the bathroom floor AGAIN because she feels a need to splash water on her butt every time she poops), but I have no intention of making my daughter clean her disaster of a room because we have better things to do today, and my toddler is currently eating *just* the marshmallows out of her cereal but, meh, I’ll let her get away with it and assume she’ll get some nutrition later today sometime. It all balances out in the end – or at least that’s what I tell myself.
As a mother of identical twin girls, I always felt so in the spotlight when we were out in public. People love to stop and fuss over twins no matter how hard I worked in not making eye contact. Naturally, my girls would be having a meltdown or kicking each other while some stranger tells me how great it must be to have twins or how they’ll be best friends. Fun times.
This past weekend was a big festival in the community – my husband, 2 year old boy B and I attended looking forward to making memories! We knew a melt down or two was to be expected, one happened while trying to walk away from a huge netted bin of balls that B wanted to jump inside and enjoy! Temper flaring, walked away, still flaring, then a miracle happened: a woman who works at our daycare happened to be standing in a concession line and addressed our toddler and he COMPLETELY stopped screaming/crying and in fact forgot all about the bin of balls.
As wonderful as this encounter was, in the back of my mind I felt like a failure for not being able to control the situation myself. I was grateful and felt like a chump all at the same time.
A few years ago, my kid used to have the most awful tantrums leaving places. Screaming, kicking, heart-breaking tantrums that would leave you physically sore as you carried him out to the car. Two-minute warnings and time-outs never worked, but then I tried something new. We were leaving Chick-Fil-A, and I told him if he threw a tantrum, we couldn’t go back for a long time. He threw a tantrum while leaving, so I told him in the car – no more Chick-Fil-A. The next day, we drove around that building while I said it was too bad we couldn’t go in because I was too worn out from the tantrum. He cried. Repeated that once or twice more. Went back a few weeks later, and I reminded him of what tantrums do to mommy….never had a problem of leaving again.
I currently have a headache because yesterday my 5 year old threw a book at my head so hard it started bleeding. Ironically, she was mad at me because I had just told her she needed to learn to control her temper. I don’t know, I’m trying to think of a bright side to this, but we’re still trying to figure out how to deal with her mega-meltdowns. I will say when she is not in tantrum-mode she is the most genuinely sweet little girl.
My little one is not a good nurser and refuses to take formula. Our last doctors appointment was the pinnacle of my parenting self doubt when the doctor told us he hadn’t gained any weight in 3 months. I felt awful. He’s grown a lot lately though as we’ve been introducing new foods and paying close attention to what he eats. We go back to the doctor next week – hopefully it’s a proud moment for all of us (mostly me though)!
My 3 1/2 year old daughter melts down multiple times a day. Talk about a drama queen. She has a 5 year old brother and a 1 year old sister. So our days are usually far from calm and relaxing (ever). Sometimes I can see a meltdown before it happens.. If I take her off to the side and away from the usual craziness, sit her on my lap, hug, kiss, quietly talk about something unrelated..it can help calm her before her crying even starts. And if I don’t catch the meltdown first, but quickly, the hugs, cuddles and love can usually help too. It’s really nice for me and her both to escape the rest of the world to snuggle, even if just for a few minutes to stop a freak out. 🙂
I have a three year old daughter and a seven month old baby boy. I doubt myself everyday wondering if I am doing the very best I can for my two LOs. In the end I know that tomorrow is another day and if we have all smiled – it wasn’t such a bad day. I still don’t let my toddler drink juice, she only gets water or milk, that brings me a lot of joy 🙂
I have definitely experienced this and it has made me non-judgemental towards other mothers. I want to run up to them and give them a hug and tell them it will be okay. It’s embarassing, and I’m working at getting better about not crying in public!
I have feelings of parental self-doubt every time my son won’t leave my side during birthday parties or any other crowded event. I feel like he should be passed his attachment stage and the fact that he hasn’t says something negative about me as a mom. I want him to feel confident and secure that I wouldn’t put him in a situation he has to fear.
I was consumed with self doubt after the birth of my now 4 year old. I worried about not doing things the right way & tried to force things & fretted when it didn’t work. She is 4 now & I have a 4 month old. I am proud that this time around I am trusting my instincts & not listening to all the advise or trying to do it by the book!