If what most people say is to be believed, you’d think that the worse thing about parenthood is that you lose your freedom, your sense of individuality and your ability to sleep soundly without a care in the world.
But honestly, I think they are utterly wrong.
The most terrible part of parenting is really this: Constant feelings of guilt, inadequacy and worry.
Guilt because you almost always feel like you aren’t doing enough for your children. A regretful sentiment that convinces you that, time and again, you fail them in multiple ways that you cannot even recount yet cannot simply forget.
Inadequacy because you can’t shake off a nagging thought that perhaps you aren’t really suited for this virtually lifelong responsibility. Hence, you are perpetually messing things up.
And worry because you know your children are still vulnerable, and yet you can’t protect them enough from every single danger there is that lurks out there.
To top it all, the terrifying truth about all this is that there is no quick fix to dissolve all these tumultuous emotions for you. You have to live with them, and they inescapably change you.
But perhaps you can attempt to determine what kind of impact you will allow it to have on you. At the very least it’s something you can control.
The end looms far into the future, but you have today. And maybe, if you remained focussed on the right stuff, it just might be enough to get you through.
This ought to be your hope. It is certainly mine.