One of the main reasons we are alive is to accept ourselves the way we are. They used to say “warts and all” but I don’t have any warts, and if I did I’m sure they wouldn’t be the hardest things to accept. What is hardest to face about ourselves stares at us daily from the faces of our children who reflect the hideous traits they have either inherited or learned from us. No wonder we yell, but it’s about as effective as yelling at a mirror.
Sometimes the thing that is most difficult for me is to face up to the fact that I am a mom. As a self-confessed MILF I get a fair amount of sexual attention and the high from that, while pleasant, can leave me overstimulated and not grounded at all. My body doesn’t know the difference between good and bad adrenaline and the fight or flight response from too much of a good thing makes flirting over the frozen peas more appealing than cooking dinner- go figure. Today I let myself float gently back down to earth, by walking slowly and mindfully feeling my feet with each step. I probably looked mildly disabled but that’s okay. Better that than truly emotionally handicapped.
I got through another night without yelling at my kids, and even enjoyed much of it. I am an emotional person and yet the thing that is most difficult for me with my two kids is that even though they are boys they are so emotional! For your entertainment pleasure, here is the seven-year old throwing himself on the ground after the dog scratched his face. You guessed it- it was the end of humanity as he knew it!