Broken

At some point this weekend, I felt like I was on one of those awful tabloid, sensationalist television programs. You know the ones that show the parent of the child who is utterly out of control? The child who you have to assume is being fed sugar and crap food by the bucket, watches too much bad television? The one who seems to have massive anger issues?

Except that I know my child isn’t being fed sugar and crap food by the bucket, doesn’t watch too much bad television and, as far as I’m aware, has not had anger issues to date.

It is Sunday night and I am broken. I am going to bed and it is 8:30pm. My preschooler has broken me. In every waking moment I love her with every fibre of my being. This weekend was no exception. But this weekend I didn’t like her behaviour for quite a significant number of hours.

She was that child from the awful television program. A number of times. I don’t know what prompted the first one. She is always tired on Saturdays but deals with our general Saturday routine, has a big sleep in the afternoon then we enjoy our movie night together and she sleeps in my bed. Not so this weekend. This weekend we’d barely parked at the market when she had a meltdown.

I won’t necessarily rehash each of the incidences, because it’s not her behaviour that I really want to discuss. It’s my reaction to it. For the most part, I think I have reacted really well. I got down to her level, I sat with her. I offered to hold her. I held her tight. I sang to her and held her like I did when she was a little bubba.

{On the ground in the middle of the markets and then in the gutter near the car.}

I asked her what was wrong. I gave her choices so she felt she had some control. I let her thrash it out at one point because she really didn’t want me to touch her. I sat close by and told her I was there.

And at one point, I lost it. Yep, totally lost it. And not at home in the privacy of my own home either, but just outside the gates of the market with people streaming by enjoying their sunny Spring morning. One guy walked passed holding the hand of a small child, a couple of years older than Love Bug. He walked passed a few minutes later and mouthed at me are you okay? which I thought was lovely, if a little brave – after all, I was at this point yelling at my small child {who was laying on the footpath whipping around so furiously that she had scratched both her ankle and knee and was bleeding from both} that I couldn’t help her if she couldn’t help me understand what was wrong.

It was a low point. Obviously.

I have read a lot about kids and emotions and trying to help them through. I have spoken to people. Other parents. Professional people.

It is the inability to control the situation in any way, shape or form that really stresses me out. My inability to calm her immediately. My inability to stop it from happening a second, third or fourth time in one weekend.

My fear and feeling of utter failure as a parent.

My guilt at feeling like I’d like a break from motherhood. Knowing that she wouldn’t behave like that for anyone else and that kids act out with their parents because that’s where they feel safest to act out.

My guilt that the dogs are scared when it’s madness. Their body language breaks my heart too. They want to love and protect both of us but they don’t know what to do.

I feel utterly broken. If I don’t write for a while, maybe it will be because they have taken me to the farm.

why are you at the farm

you are a strange-looking cow. why are you at the farm?

Then I feel really guilty thinking I’d probably like it at the farm – someone else would cook and clean, I could rest, read books under a tree and not have to stress about every single little thing. They probably don’t let you drink Pinot at the farm though.

Broken.

Mumma is broken.

 

 

About bumpyroadtobubba

Mumma to Poppy Grace (born January 2011); forever friend to my furry buddies Bella & Bear; love spending time with family & friends, cooking, reading, writing, design & watching trashy TV (when I find time)! I try to perform one random act of kindness each day & think more people should learn a lesson in unconditional love & acceptance from our 4-legged furry friends. This is my journey to motherhood & beyond - single by chance, mother by choice.
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9 Responses to Broken

  1. Peta says:

    You are totally NORMAL. We all have these days where our toddlers test us, and we don’t react the way we ‘should’. I too have been there, and it can leave us guilt ridden. But think about all the other 99% of times where you have been the tower of strength. Thanks for your blogs. I really enjoy reading them.
    Be kind to yourself.
    Peta (yes, another one) x

  2. Belinda says:

    Stay strong beautiful mumma. As mum’s, we all have days where we are broken and are overwhelmed by guilt and anger at ourself. “I should have known better”, “I shouldn’t have reacted like that, it just made it worse”. But we are aren’t saints and it happens, when ‘it’ happpens continuously and you can’t control it.

    Today is a new day, the sun is shining and hopefully your gorgeous girl is back to herself.

    xoxox

  3. You’ll both be bouncing back to normal before you know it…. It’s more of the bumpy road, I guess.

  4. Cassie says:

    Hang in there, we have had some very similar weekends in recent times, ones where I have thought, I may as well be at work right now, because it would be less stressful and I am not enjoying my weekend (and I am lucky to have a very supportive husband who takes some of the brunt of the tantrums). I have also been found to scream at my daughter even though I always try my hardest to be calm and reassuring as you do. We always regret it, but it is sometimes a good thing for little ones to see as long as you explain after that sometimes Mummas get upset/angry too, then they relate how they feel with you. It is all part of them learning to control their emotions and thoughts. I always ask my little girl the day after a ‘trying day’ if good/happy bubba is back or if sad/grumpy bubba is still here and she then decides how she wants to feel, it may help, but if not, know you are not alone and ‘this too shall pass’. From another occasionally broken Mumma.

  5. dogdaz says:

    I felt like the worst Mom in the world some days and she still turned out OK. And best of all she says she doesn’t remember most of my mistakes. Lol. Hang in there. Rainy days just let you know that everything is gonna be alright.

  6. Nomibug says:

    I think the cuddles that I’m sure are soon to come will help your broken-ness. Until then, I’ll be happy to sneak some Pinot into the farm for you…and perhaps hide there with you for a moment too 😉

  7. Peta says:

    I’ll come for some Pinot on the farm too!!!

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