Hello Darkness

It’s no secret being a mom is hard. I think it once was a secret, but it isn’t any longer. Too many of us blabbing about it on the internet. It’s a different kind of hard than I thought though. 

Mothering is a paradoxical life event. An ability I was born with. A biological and worldly life calling I never doubted. It’s a weight though. A heavy life altering load. It changes your identity, It consumes you in every way.

I have two kids. They are my everything.  My oldest, Johnny,  is five and on the autism spectrum. Something I wasn’t prepared for. I’m consistently trying to learn and grow, but it’s hard. There is no guide book given to the parent of any child, but especially a child with autism. We have a lot of ups and downs. 

It’s hard to explain, but we have days, and sometimes weeks, where Johnny is more engaged and aware. He is still autistic and himself but it’s like he’s with us more. He has more gains and wins. I’m not going to lie, it’s easier. It’s the time of hope and pay offs.

Other times my husband and I usually compare with babies “Wonder Weeks”, he’s grumpier, temperamental, and sensitive. These weeks bad behaviors like spitting, screaming, meltdowns, rough nights, etc. become the norm. During these times I feel down and hurt. 

The older he gets, the back and forth between these times gets harder.

On the hard days, I try to stay positive but doubt and worry swarm my mind. This week, it’s very hard. It’s hard not to internalize your child yelling at you, hurting you, hurting himself. The worst is how I don’t know how to make it better for him. I don’t know why.  

When you have a child you take on the responsibility of a life. It’s your job to raise, protect, and teach them. I’m trying my hardest to do those things but it wears on me. Right now it feels like I’m talking at the wall. Like teaching is off the table. It’s pure protection, planning, and defense. 

I need breaks from my child sometimes. Not in the cute hiding in the bathroom eating a candybar way, but in the crying into my pillow wishing I had more endurance and patience. A way that hurts my soul.

I don’t know what I thought motherhood would be. I’ve taken on an enormous task I knew wouldn’t be easy, but I didn’t quite understand the effects. 

I don’t feel like my child needs to change or fit, but more like I’m the one that doesn’t fit.

I should be strong and endure. I should be able to do what needs to be done. I should be able to stay calm in the storm. I do those things 90% of the time, but it takes a toll.

Some days it breaks me a little bit. It’s my darkness, but luckily I know it will go. I’ll go for a walk and I will recenter and get back to it, because I’m the mom and I love my kid.

2 thoughts on “Hello Darkness

  1. I know I am amazed at what I have been capable of in terms of endurance and perseverance. We are humans and so we have limits. Reaching our limits is a dark experience. But you’re right, love will cause you to get up again over and over again and keep going.

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