On a sunny Saturday afternoon, I took my eldest daughter, Mia, to the local dollar store to gather supplies for her upcoming slumber party. Hand in hand, we strolled through the aisles, her joy radiating in her vibrant pink dress paired with unicorn leggings. She twirled with excitement as we filled our cart with an array of candy, glittery nail polish, glow sticks, and festive decorations.
“This is going to cost a fortune!” Mia exclaimed as we neared the checkout. I chuckled, reassuring her that her dad and I were thrilled to celebrate her special day. Leaning against me, she looked up and said, “I love you, Mom.” “I love you too, sweet pea,” I replied.
The women behind us in line exchanged smiles, their eyes glistening with nostalgia at our moment. “Is this for a birthday celebration?” one asked, while the other complimented Mia on her lovely dress.
“Yes,” I replied, “We’re hosting seven of her friends for a sleepover. First, we’ll make slime and then paint nails. It’s going to be a busy night!”
The women chuckled. One of them told me to savor every minute. Her daughter had moved abroad, leaving her home quiet and empty. With a playful grin, she urged Mia to promise she wouldn’t leave me.
“Can I offer you some advice from a mom who’s been there?” she asked. I nodded eagerly. “Get two bottles of wine,” she said, her friend laughing along. “As if she hasn’t already started!” she joked, nodding toward my coffee cup.
I smiled politely, but inside, I felt a mix of disappointment and unease. While I don’t mind others enjoying a drink, I had hoped for genuine wisdom from a seasoned mom. It dawned on me that many younger mothers like me feel isolated, navigating the challenges of parenting without enough guidance from those who’ve walked the path before.
We crave meaningful tips, like capturing a photo while she’s asleep, cherishing the moment she was born, or simply expressing gratitude amidst the chaos. We need to understand the importance of connecting with our children’s friends and enjoying the laughter that spills over when things go awry.
Yet, humor can unite us. The women didn’t know that I live a sober lifestyle, and their jokes about needing alcohol to cope with a child’s birthday party were their way of saying:
- I see you.
- I miss those days.
- You’ll cherish this.
- You’re doing well.
- This moment is beautiful.
- You’re not alone.
But, these jokes often leave me feeling isolated. It seems that in today’s culture, “mother” has become synonymous with “wino.” Social media is flooded with memes about drunk moms, and gift shops abound with signs declaring “Moms Need Wine.” From diaper bags that double as booze dispensers to onesies declaring “I’m the reason Mommy drinks,” the message is everywhere. Even beloved shows like This is Us feature characters sipping wine, despite serious issues like addiction woven into their narratives.
The jokes at the store lingered in my mind throughout the evening. As the kids arrived, I couldn’t help but feel nostalgic about how I used to unwind with a drink during chaotic gatherings. I remembered the comfort of a glass of wine easing the noise, transforming me into the fun, carefree mom until I inevitably faced the consequences of too much indulgence.
But that night, instead of reaching for alcohol, I leaned into the chaos. I discovered new facets of Mia as she shared stories about her favorite aunt and the ups and downs of living with her step-siblings. I learned that she and her friends felt shy about singing, and I saw how empathetic she was towards her guests, ensuring everyone felt included. I truly enjoyed connecting with her and her delightful friends.
The next morning, as I walked the dogs before anyone else was awake, I reflected on the fun we had. I savored the beauty of the frost and exchanged smiles with a neighbor. When the kids woke up, we made pancakes filled with laughter and joy. I took a moment to appreciate the last nine years and, particularly, the past fourteen months.
However, I hesitated to voice my thoughts on the matter. I worried that people would dismiss my concerns, that I’d be told to lighten up or that my feelings were invalid. Yet, when Mia asked me about the woman’s comment in the store, it struck a chord.
“Do you think she wanted us to drink wine?” Mia asked, her voice small. “Because I don’t think kids should drink wine.”
“No, sweetheart,” I replied, “she was just joking about how wild parties can be.”
But deep down, I knew the implication: that I might need alcohol to tolerate the chaos of a birthday party filled with little girls. Mia’s expression shifted, and I could tell she felt the weight of that assumption. I quickly reassured her, “I had the best time ever! I would never need to drink to enjoy being with you. You and your friends are amazing.”
In that moment, I realized the joke had subtly undermined not just my experience but also Mia’s joy. Strangers had unintentionally cast doubt on the beauty of our time together. I can’t help but wonder where all the genuine advice-givers are, the ones who understand that parenting is a beautiful journey, not one that requires a drink to endure.
Conclusion
In conclusion, we often overlook the significance of real connections and support in motherhood, especially amid the pervasive culture surrounding alcohol. It’s essential to uplift one another and appreciate the moments we get to share with our children.
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