I often reflect on a phrase my parents used frequently during my childhood: “It’s always something.” Back then, I nodded along, pretending to grasp its meaning, while my own life was a whirlwind of college assignments and connecting with friends scattered across the country, immersed in their own journeys. My focus was on navigating my studies, oblivious to the mounting pressures my parents faced with a struggling business and caring for my elderly grandparents.
One day, while I was glued to my laptop, my mother stood at my bedroom door, looking worn and weary. In her early forties, she leaned against the frame, delivering the news that my grandmother had been hospitalized. My parents had to delay their business trip to support her. I offered a half-hearted acknowledgment, thinking I understood her sentiment that “it’s always something.” For me, it was the stress of term papers and the endless search for parking at the university. My history of failed relationships trailed behind me, leading me back to my parents’ home in Louisiana, where I found solace in writing while my friends celebrated engagements and wedding plans.
In 2002, I stood in six weddings, convinced I would never find the right partner and destined to live alone with a house full of cats—my ultimate ‘something’ in a series of challenges. Meanwhile, my mother was buried under the weight of her responsibilities, managing a business and coordinating in-home care for her parents.
I wasn’t necessarily more self-absorbed than your average 22-year-old; I just relied on my mom to always be there when I needed her. When I eventually married and became a mother, she was there for every moment. I vividly recall her rushing into the delivery room, my father trailing behind, apprehensive about witnessing the chaos of childbirth. Relief washed over her when they arrived just in time for the birth of my first child, all while worrying about their truck’s check engine light.
Years later, the roles have reversed. Now, I often find myself pondering, how do I juggle caring for three young children while watching my mother’s health decline? It feels overwhelming—like I’m gasping for breath without any guidance.
One afternoon, while my oldest was returning from school, my mom called to share some news from her cardiologist. The chaos of children filled my home, making it difficult to focus. “Hold on a sec,” I said, desperately trying to manage the noise. I yelled for the kids to clear out of the kitchen while I sought a distraction. As I turned on the TV, I fought back tears, listening to my mother’s weary voice through the phone. The kids rummaged through the pantry, and I reached for a bag of Goldfish crackers, hoping to keep them satisfied for a few moments.
I had so much more to ask her, but my three-year-old’s cries cut through my thoughts. “It’s always something,” I found myself saying. “I’ll call you tomorrow.” And just like that, I truly understood.
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Summary
The journey of motherhood is filled with challenges, much like the phrase “it’s always something” suggests. As we navigate our own struggles, we realize the importance of family support and the cyclical nature of life’s demands. From balancing responsibilities to caring for loved ones, the complexities of life shape our experiences and understanding.