I was talking to my brother the other day, and we had a long conversation about the recent-onset moodiness of our respective six-year-old daughters. It was wild, because my niece lives around the globe, and yet her behaviors were a mirror image of my own daughter’s! We were musing about the reasons for this, comparing hard-gotten hypotheses. One big one I threw out: this is a big year of academic transition for them, and they’re now a few months in and things are really clicking. First grade is decidedly different from Kinder: more rules, more academics, higher expectations, homework — and less play, less looseness. There are also burgeoning and complicating social dynamics. I have watched from afar as my daughter has shed certain friends from last year and gained new ones. This is to be expected, but all of these transitions and newnessnes mean that she comes home and needs to let it all out, and sometimes “letting it all out” is not particularly pretty. Anyhow, we are working through it, but one thing my brother observed was that some days (and even more narrowly, some times of day), he finds he’s more capable of working through the emotional melee, and others, he’s less. “If she has one of these outbursts on a Saturday morning while I’m lazily making eggs, I’m good. But on a weeknight, while I’m already angrily cooking broccoli on the stove? No.”
Our capacities as parents change day in and day out.
This is such a simple but astute observation, and it ladders up to our conversations about becoming an expert in yourself. Are there ways to anticipate and cushion when I’ll be at my lowest? Are there ways to lean into the harder parts of parenting when I’m more energized? For example, I know that when my daughter is very upset, I’ve learned that it’s not the time to try to trot out advice. She wants to rage, and she needs to let it out — not be instructed. (This may or may not be the case for yours — but when my daughter has a meltdown, I’ve learned the best path forward is to try to sit with her until it blows over, fully, and then slowly coax her back into a conversation.) In those situations, I often tell myself, “When she’s calmed down, I’ll have x conversation with her.” But my brother’s point made clear that it’s important to plan to have those conversations when I’m at my fullest and most giving as a parent. So — for me, and probably many of us — not between the hours of 6-8 p.m. at night. Of course there are times where something needs to be addressed immediately, but there are also instances where I want to talk to her when she’s in a calm frame of mind about how we could have handled something differently, or when I want to reinforce something in quiet, 60-degree-temperature chat. I’ve recently learned that I have a little pocket of good energy around 3:30, when my children come through the door, bursting with news from their worlds. I have had so many excellent and gentle conversations with my daughter right then. She’s decompressed (somewhat) from school on the way home or via after school sports, she’s happy to be out of her uniform, and she nearly always has something urgent and light-hearted she needs to tell me — “pizza day tomorrow!” or “I got a new book!” or “I made this in art class!” Just before bed, after she’s been read- and sung-to, is also sometimes a good time. We are both sometimes peaceful and wound-down.
I think back to the days when I had a baby and toddler, and geez! I wish I’d had more of this perspective then. Some days I simply did not have the capacity to, for example, let my kids play with paint, or involve them in a baking project, or take them on an errand. Sometimes I did not even feel like I could deal with cleaning up after serving them a dinner involving orzo or rice — it was just too much! (I remember weeping one morning as I picked bits of scrambled egg up from the carpet on my hands and knees.) Other days, though, I could handle these undertakings just fine. I wish I’d paid more attention to the differences between these days. Because when I pushed myself to move forward with something on a low-energy afternoon, I’d find myself cringing my way through — and what was that for? Who was I serving? Not myself or my children. It would have been better for me to feed them waffles (I remember a friend of mine responding to my scrambled egg sob story with: “that’s why I feed them waffles in the morning” — I think of her every time I put an Eggo in the toaster) or plop them in the bath with some Duplos instead. (A Magpie mom once told me that her key strategy as a parent to really young children was: “put a fish in water.” They love it, it’s an instant mood re-set, and sometimes you can get away with “sit-er-vising” — e.g., supervising while sitting on the floor of the bathroom without needing to do anything at all. Water play, preferably outdoor, is also a great “put a fish in water” solution.) Anyway, hindsight is 20/20, but I know I was not fully in tune with my own fluctuating capacities at that time. I’d just truck on through, like an 18-wheeler on fumes.
One of the big challenges of parenthood, though, is that our children are not in sync with our capacity meters. They might (often) ask a lot of us when we’re running on low. And that’s just how it is. We’ve got to muscle through and do our best in those moments. But to the extent that I can take my own temperature, I can learn to put off the things that can be put off until I’m in a better headspace, or at least see that I’m having a particularly difficult time mainly because I’m being asked to do a lot when I’m already over-stimulated/over-exhausted/over-everything-ed. And sometimes just seeing that lets a little air out of the bag, you know? Like, yes, this is really hard right now, because you’re being pulled in twenty directions and you’re a human being. Give yourself grace. Let yourself slouch a little. Forgive yourself for not being 100%. You’ll be back in the saddle soon.
Curious if any of you have any thoughts or intel on how to navigate these peaks and valleys?
*Image above from our first NYC apartment. Mini was 18 months or so and I was expecting micro. Mr. Magpie snapped this photo and I love it, right down to the rain boots I’m sure we could not get our daughter to stop wearing that day.
+Motherhood is a surfeit.
+Maintaining wonder as a parent.
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