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The Mom Funk: Navigating Parenthood
I can’t quite pin it down. Maybe it’s the sweltering heat, the fact that my youngest has become an energetic toddler always on the move, or perhaps it’s just the collective restlessness of my kids. This summer feels more challenging than any before. My to-do list stretches on forever, and honestly, I’m just not that bothered by it. I’ve been procrastinating and burying myself in books instead.
Meals are prepared, snacks are packed, and the kids are shuffled off to their activities, but I feel like I’m just going through the motions. I’m living on autopilot, with “fake it till you make it” playing on repeat in my mind. After a decade of parenting, I wonder if I’ll ever really figure this all out.
Each day blurs into the next. My little one and I find ourselves at the grocery store just to escape the house. He’s too young for the playground, the park is sweltering, and the beach feels like too much of a hassle. Maybe I’m just being lazy? Some days, like today, I feel trapped in a rut. It frustrates me because I have everything I could possibly want, yet I still crave something more—something intangible and extraordinary. It’s maddening.
Today at the store, I gather the essentials, treat my toddler to a free cookie, and stand in line. Ahead of me is a mom with her three kids, and it’s like looking into a mirror reflecting my own chaos. I can’t help but admire her kids, particularly her two-year-old who clings to a bright red ice pop as if it’s the best treasure ever. Her sons are trying to convince her to buy them candy or a Redbox movie, and she gently shoos them away, just as I do with mine.
I appreciate her vibe. She probably senses my gaze because we end up chatting. Turns out, we share more than just a love for our kids. She seems friendly and overwhelmed, just like me. She’s the first adult I’ve talked to today, the first person in a week who didn’t need something from me. And I realize how much I needed that connection.
As she deals with a hiccup at checkout—a bread deal that isn’t ringing up right—she apologizes repeatedly for the delay. I wish I had the courage to bring up this funk I’m in, or to express that this mundane moment feels like a mini escape with a friend. “Take all the time you need,” I think to myself.
When I finally leave the store, the funk is still hanging around. I’m still searching for that elusive something—something beyond diaper changes, screen time, and basketball practices. Perhaps it’s simply something that belongs to me, something I don’t have to share. Like a conversation with a friendly stranger in the checkout line.
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In summary, it’s okay to feel overwhelmed as a parent. Sometimes, all it takes is a simple interaction to remind us we’re not alone. Seeking something extraordinary doesn’t have to be complicated—it can be as easy as a friendly chat with a fellow mom.