My daughter, Lily, is across the table, gleefully spitting food at me. She pokes her finger into a cucumber slice, giggling as it shatters into pieces that scatter on the floor. When I gently remind her about table manners, she leaps up and starts bouncing on her chair, laughing hysterically.
I’m definitely not sharing in her amusement. Instead, I can’t shake the feeling that she’s laughing at me.
It’s been one of those days. A quick glance at the wine rack reveals it’s completely empty, and I realize if we hurry, we can make it to the wine store before closing time. In just two minutes, I have Lily secured in her car seat, and we’re off.
As we pull into the parking lot, I let out a sigh of relief. The cool air that greets us as we step inside the store feels refreshing. Bottles of wine call to me from every shelf, but I make a beeline for the rosé section and grab four bottles of my favorite. Suddenly, I feel a sharp nip on my leg and look down to see Lily grinning mischievously.
“Why are you biting me?” I ask, and she responds with what can only be described as a maniacal laugh. Once again, I feel like the joke’s on me.
I pull away from her as she makes another attempt to bite me and quickly head to the register, bottles in hand while she trails behind, teeth bared.
After paying, I grasp her hand and navigate back to the sweltering parking lot. She finally releases her grip on my leg, only to plop herself down on the hot asphalt. I scoop her up, wrestling her into the car seat as she whines about the heat and how her dress is dirty.
“Of course it’s dirty,” I explain. “You just sat down in a parking lot!”
Her face crumples, and soon tears flow. I can’t help but feel the same way.
On days like these, I often feel like I’m failing as a mother. I’m clueless about how to stop her from biting, laughing at me, or plopping down in the middle of a parking lot. Isn’t there a manual for motherhood? One that covers everything from getting toddlers to eat to surviving the terrible twos? I’ve spent countless hours online looking for guidance, only to find that none of it seems to work for Lily.
But I know I’m not alone. There are other moms like me who feel overwhelmed by their two-year-olds. Moms who can’t figure out how to stop their kids from hitting, those whose little ones won’t eat anything unless it’s dipped in ketchup, and moms dealing with emotional rollercoasters.
After the biting incident at the wine store, I decided to reach out to my friends. I quickly typed out my frustrations on my phone, admitting how I felt like a failure for not knowing how to help Lily manage her emotions better. I felt embarrassed that she had been chasing me around the store. But my friends reminded me of something crucial: I am not a failure, and neither is my daughter. We were just having a rough day.
That night, I tucked Lily into bed early and poured myself a generous glass of wine before retreating to my own bed and pulling the covers over my head. It was the perfect way to unwind.
While there may not be a guidebook for parenthood, the connection with other parents can remind you that you’re not alone. So, on those days when you feel utterly drained and are trying to shake off a biting toddler, reach out to a friend. Whether it’s at the park, Starbucks, or a music class, seek out another mom who looks just as worn out and chat with her. You might not have the worst day, but I can guarantee someone else can relate to what you’re going through.
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Summary:
In the chaotic world of motherhood, it’s perfectly normal to encounter tough days that leave you feeling overwhelmed. This piece recounts the relatable struggles of raising a toddler, emphasizing the importance of reaching out to fellow parents for support. After a particularly challenging outing to the wine store, the author finds solace in connecting with friends and indulging in a well-deserved glass of wine under the covers.