When I was in my 20's we went to this country bar. We all drank a little too much and drove home. One of the passengers in our vehicle was a Mom and she pleaded with us to pull over. Her stance was because she was a Mom her life meant something and it came off that she thought she was better then us. We made fun of her for the longest time using that line because nobody understood what she was saying because we weren't parents. Now fast forward 14 - 15 years and I'm a Mother of 3. NOW I completely understand what she was saying and she was right. Her life was 10 times more important then ours, it was more important then a couple of stupid 20 yr old driving drunk and with the possibility of it ending her life. And she was a single parent so her life wasn't 10 more important it was a billion. I haven't thought of that day for a long time but being a parent takes away that immortal armor we carry as youngsters. I never thought about mortality and I certainly didn't fear it. I never understood people who did until my first kid was born. I have never wanted to live more then I did after they placed that new baby in my arms. I have never been suicidal but I've never feared death until I did. It's pretty amazing how new life makes you wanna live but I'm also not naive to the fact that we wont live forever.
I started to believe that my fear of dying wasn't so much of the fact that I had kids as it was that I have a child with a disability that needs me. He needs me more then my other two kids will. He will need a place to live and a place to comfort him when the world is too much. I don't want my other two kids to think of their older brother as a 'burden' b/c we die early and they have to help him through life.. that's my job. I am doing everything I can to help him through life and will continue to do so/ but I can't shake that fear of not being here. Now, that doesn't mean that I love little man more - it's just stating that he may need some extra care as he gets older and I want to be here. I also understand that it's all out of my control too. As I was driving home the other day with Little Miss in my the car I started freaking out over the thought of a drunk driver, or someone running a red light. So it's not just for the fear of my oldest but for all my kiddos.
My husband is about to leave for the month of July and I want a break before he leaves. August is a very busy month for us and the only chance I have to break away is in June. So I have been planning a girls weekend at a local spa/resort to lay out by the pool and have the option of spa services if we desire. We all picked a weekend and I looked up the reservation information.. and it struck me. I can't possibly leave my three kids for two days and a night alone! They need me! My husband wont know what to do or what to say. He'll get short fussed and wont be able to handle it.. so I can't go. I might be able to slip away during nap time but he can't handle them through the night. So I'll go for the day and not spend the night.. yea that's what I'll do.. then I can drive back the next day and spend some time with the girlfriends who stayed... ... insane!! My husband can lead over 30 people on a moving vessel... he most certainly can handle three calm kiddo's. yes, I could drive home that evening and help him put the kids to bed and go back the next day ... but that's ludicrous. The hardest part of being a Mom, for me, is really understanding that I'm more then just a Mom. I need down time. I need breaks. I need to vent, to cry, to drink some wine, to soak in the tub 20 min longer, to let Dad get up with the kids on the weekend and sleep in a little. The little things I constantly talk myself out of.. dont' take a nap while all 3 kids are napping you need to mop the floor. No the floors can wait.. take that nap!
Being a Mom is harder then I thought but so amazingly rewarding. I've never understood that saying but now I get it. It's hard because our heads make it harder for us but our hearts are so rewarded on the daily things our kids accomplish. it's a tug of war. a inner tug of war. I get it. So to you all you Mom's out there.. you've got this. You are amazing. Enjoy that starbucks line while you kid is sleeping. Snooze the alarm and take that extra 5 minutes. Get a pedicure on your lunch break instead of making phone calls.. you need to take care of you too.