Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Sometimes I Throw Things

When I was a kid, my Mother, on occasion, would say through clenched teeth, "I quit motherhood!" I always picture her saying it over a basket of dirty laundry in the basement. It never sacred me. I knew it didn't mean anything, really. But now as a mama, I know that that was my Mom's way of voicing frustration with her job.

There is a little dent in the wall of G's bedroom, right behind the door knob. I don't remember the particulars now, but at some point, out of frustration, I threw the door open so wildly that I made that dent. The chipping paint stands as a symbol of a crazy moment that I prefer to dismiss with a laugh.

I have been known to throw things: cell phones, books, and most recently, I threw a raw egg against the side of the dining room wall, out of frustration.

Such actions worry my dear, stable and calm husband, concerned for my sanity. But from conversation with other mamas, I do think there is an element of crazy that comes with the territory. A mama from work confessed to throwing a glass of red wine against the wall. A friend admitted to not being able to deal with her girls after 5 in the afternoon. Tina Fey's character in "Date Night" concedes that she would like to trade her daughter for a life time of wine.

There is nothing like mamahood. Nothing.

I have never had to do anything very trying in my life: lay bricks for a living, escape genocide, survive a mud slide, so I do feel a little weak on the days that I just can't seem to pull it together and be ok with 12 hours dictated by the whims and whines of a toddler, but I do find the job pretty challenging and I wonder at the women who appear to think of motherhood as a bowl full of cherries.

I love my grl intensely. I hate that she won't let me pee in the morning without freaking out. I love that she can sing the melody to the ABCs. I hate when she demands "tunes" and then throws a fit if I play a tune not to her satisfaction. I love that my grl pats me on the back as I hold her, as if to say, "I know you're working hard mama. Thank you." I hate that she whines if I try to wash the dishes and let her play alone.

I will try very hard in the future to stop throwing things, but I know it won't be easy. But then I have to remember, anything worth it isn't really easy: triathlons, a gourmet dinner, a byline...And Mamahood is no different.

Ultimately, of course, it's better than all those things combined, even if I don't always recognize it, and even if it makes me want to throw things once in a while.

4 comments:

  1. Love your thoughts, Moira! Someone recently told me that throwing ice cubes into the bath tub is incredibly satisfying - they make a fantastically loud noise and smash into pieces. And then they melt, so no clean-up! I haven't tried it yet, but I'm sure a time will come...

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  2. "I quit motherhood" just made me spit out my coffee. So funny. I'll have to tease Judy the next time I see her. And love that you threw an egg. I came home once and found that our dog had gotten up on the counter and nibbled on the edge of a pie that I had made for Thanksgiving the next day and I was so mad, I threw the whole pie against the wall. I can only imagine what I'd throw as a mother:)

    Love your writing Moira! Keep it up...

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  3. So sorry I only read this now and didn't get to check out the dent in the wall. I'm so glad that I got to see you and G today! Your little girl is so beautiful and happy, and while I didn't see you at a throwing moment, you are indubitably a sublime mama.

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  4. You seem to have inherited your throwing technique from your Nannie G. Remember the oft told story of her tossing her daughter's crutch through the window in frustration with her sons? Nannie G was a super woman. You are in good company.

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