Mindful Parenting

Mindfulness. It's about being present, focusing on the positive, and being in control of your emotions. A place where you can forget the past and be worry-free about the future. As hard as I try, this just simply isn't always the way the day goes.

I get up early to try and capture the one hour of hot coffee and breakfast I enjoy to myself while the house is still dark and quiet. Just as I sit down, delicious almond milk-dashed coffee warming my hands, there goes little Hannah over the monitor. By the time she's either nursed and back to sleep, or changed and happily playing - coffee's cold. I opt for the quick bowl of cereal instead of veggie egg-white omelette I had planned. Once Hannah sees mommy eating, she wants breakfast too. I wolf down my cereal and take sips of cold coffee between feeding Hannah bites of yogurt. I'm frustrated that my morning is not going as planned, but am trying to keep a positive mind. "Oh well, early bed time tonight - then ill have my mommy-time", I think.

Wrong.

After a day full of "oh well, we're going to make this a good day" reminders, I have nothing left come dinner time. I tell Lyla to eat her dinner for the hundredth time through gritted, fake-smiling teeth. Hannah is covered in sweet potato and exhausted - I just want to cry right along with her. I skip bath time because I simply do not have the energy. I catch myself feeling snappy and I try to focus on my breathing: "I am aware of my in-breath, I am aware of my out-breath"

Not working.

Eventually, they are both fed, cleaned up, in pajamas, and asleep. But since I chose to put off all the cleaning and chores that day to make myself more available to the girls, I now have a kitchen full of dirty dishes and laundry piles that are so high I can barely see our laundry room, let alone the washing machine. I wash and fold as quickly as I can, and look forward to making myself a snack and some tea, and finally sit down to my beloved DVR'd crap-TV shows.

Hannah wakes up. Time to nurse. I get her settled back down, and fall asleep on the couch mid-show, and never even took a sip of my tea.

Of course, not everyday is like this. Infact, I'm lucky enough to say that MOST days are not. However, when they DO occur, I can't seem to handle them and I absolutely hate myself for this. I get so easily overwhelmed, I piss and moan about how I never get time to myself, I dwell on my injury and how I can't run - I know the negativity won't get me anywhere, but I'm in too deep and start spiraling downward.

It's days like this that remind me just how difficult mindfulness really is. I practice and practice, but still find myself reactive, and stressed out. My husband calls this "being human" - agreed; I know that I have the right to have emotions and to acknowledge them, and that is is normal to lose your cool. But that doesn't mean I feel good about it when it happens.

Mindful parenting has been one of my biggest practices, and one of the more difficult things I have dealt with. On a good day, I am forever grateful. I stare and stare at my girls, think of how beautiful they are, what great kids they truly are, feel good about how I handled Lyla's meltdown, spend the day smiling and laughing...you get the idea. It's the bad days that I really get down on myself for.

How am I teaching Lyla not to yell when I am yelling at her?
How am I teaching her to stay calm when the smallest thing seems to send me over the edge?
How am I teaching her to listen when I am rushing her through the story she has told me 5 times that morning?

And the funny thing is, most of the things that frustrate me with her is how she reacts to things - but who am I to talk when I am the one she's modeling after? This realization is what makes me feel most guilty about the "bad" days, and furthermore, what makes me want to practice mindfulness even more. Happy kids, happy mom? Sure. But I think the cause of happy kids IS a happy mom, and I am happiest when I feel good about myself, about my reactions, about the time spent with my girls.

Practice makes perfect.