With all due respect to others that won’t admit so,
Parenting really crushes a soul.
Try as one might,
The only antidote is to temper your own expectations,
So that disbelief at the ordinary can become as sublimated as one’s ego needs to be in order to raise little versions of yourself.
Ego, must go, be gone,
Ergo: let go.
Somewhere along the line,
You realize how impossibly frustrating it must be for your partner to deal with you,
As it becomes evident that three foot versions of yourselves that share genetic material, are enough to send one to the cold slumped embrace of a worn body pillow.
Tears are friends,
Screaming into a howling wind is your best friend.
The best time is when everyone is asleep,
Unless of course, you awake to disembodied eyes an inch from your face saying in a stealthy whisper, “Daddy…Daddy…Daddy”.
Give away all your “good” furniture, and don’t warm to the idea of any type of boundary.
They find you when you poop.
They find you…when you poop!
The first few years are dedicated to just keeping em alive.
The next few are populated with a litany of negotiations, and then someday, you have strangers that look like you, hating you because you became your parents and asked them to be accountable for their behavior.
There is no experience quite like the raising of children.
Nothing so hard and fraught with uncertainty, but also nothing so deeply imbued with a sense of the possibility of imminent loss just when you hold onto it the hardest.
So much to lose, so much to do, so much to prove.
We’re all screwed.
Play date! Play date!
A parenting S.O.S, from one in distress.
I’m doing my best.
I’m doing my best.
Published by Christopher Hickey
Welcome to my effort. Yes, as a great procrastinator, it requires great effort to stay focused on something productive that matters to me. I’ll find any old excuse to traipse from project to project, and I rarely end up at the place I started. I find this maddening, and exhaustive. So it is with high hopes, and a greater grasp of self-awareness, that I embark upon staying the course so to speak.
I enjoy writing. Be it blogs, fiction, poetry, etc. I love the craft and the act of creation, the art in and of itself, for it’s own sake and end. I am happy to be able to do it.
Born: March 1974
St.Francis de Sales, Charlestown MA
Don Bosco Technical High School, Boston MA
University of Massachusetts at Lowell, Lowell MA
Bunker Hill Community College, Charlestown MA
DePaul University, Chicago, IL
North Virginia Community College, Arlington VA
Harvard Extension School, Cambridge MA
Place of residence: Somewhere in the land of metro Boston. It’s vaguely familiar and becoming home more and more by the day, but when you come from “The Town” all else fails by comparison.
Favorite Color: I’m partial to all forms of blue.
Favorite Author: c’mon! don’t expect me to answer that, there are too many.
I enjoy memories of playing 80’s Atari better than playing any advanced gaming system that exists today.
Hope to be recognized for my paper clip collection. As well as my 27 rejected applications to Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailiey Clown college.
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3 thoughts on ““Parenting S.O.S””
I’m reminded of when my two little ones were an infant and toddler. I was divorced single dad, had no parenting experience, and learned on the fly and YouTube (lol no joke). The first few summers were agonizing at times, but rewarding. I look back and proud that I survived. Thank you for sharing! – B
I really like this one — kudos!
Thank you! 🙂