Saturday, November 2, 2013
By the time we're at the front of the line I'm sweaty and frustrated, and that is when the woman behind me in line chimes in with "I don't know how you do it!" Not this again.
I get "I don't know how you do it" a lot, accompanied by a sympathetic smile or a pat on the back. Sometimes there's a hug, sometimes followed by a "Wow! You have so much patience". Sometimes by a stranger and sometimes by a loved one.
I hate when people say that to me.
Perhaps it's because "doing it" was never a choice I was given. No one asked me, before I conceived Nate, whether I'd be interested in making grocery shopping infinitely more agonizing and embarrassing for the next 20 years. No one asked me if I'd like dinners to be tornado-like, or getting my child dressed to be a full-contact sport. Sometimes I'm not sure how I do it either, but groceries need to be purchased, kids need to go to school in clothes, and we all have to eat. I do it because it has to be done.
Maybe "I don't know how you do it" gets to me because it reminds me that what I'm doing is harder than it is for some other parents. While most people don't like to take their 9 year old grocery shopping, I know that most parents aren't dealing with what I'm dealing with when we shop. However, if I walked around all day dwelling on that I'd be a pretty miserable person. "I don't know how you do it" takes me out of "denial" mode and into "reality" mode, and I don't always feel up for that!
But here is why it really gets to me. "I don't know how you do it" implies that what I have is worse than what you have, and that is absolutely NOT how I view my child. Tougher? Yep. More frustrating? Probably. More labor intensive? Absolutely. Worse? Not by a long shot.
Because at the end of the day, I get to have Nate and no one else does. I get to hear him laugh, and watch him learn, and brush his glowing orange hair. I get to snuggle with him and smell his neck and take him trick-or-treating. I get to watch him squeal with delight as leaves swirl down from trees, or when our cat licks his face.
Difficult behavior is an unfortunate down-side of an awesome kid. If you find yourself not knowing how I do it you just might not know Nate well enough. I promise you that if you knew him better, you would know exactly how I do it.
Today is little Bubba's 11th Birthday. What a crazy ride you've taken us on. Lots of twists and turns. Some turns are easy, some twists are more difficult than others. But life with you is always an adventure and certainly never boring. I am so proud of how hard you work to be who you are. Your courage, determination and curiosity have brought you this far. I am eager to see how much further you can go. Love you Bubba. Happiest of Birthdays to you.