What’s my least favorite part of being a mom?
Always being the giant buzz kill.
But someone has to do it.
They’re all crazy, rambunctious weirdos.
If I weren’t the voice of reason, the crazy train would’ve ran off the tracks long ago.
Probably crashing and bursting into a giant ball of flames.
Plus, isn’t it my job?
Corralling the craziness…Keeping everyone focused and on task…
Making sure no one loses an eye…or limb…or vital organ.
I resent having to be this person. I resent feeling like I’m killing the joy.
I resent the looks of disappointment that shoot my way when
I walk into the room, “Uh oh…Mom’s here!”
Why have I become this person?
Because I let fear win. I let fear tell me that having too much fun or
being too silly is dangerous. I let fear convince me that laughter and
giggles quickly turn into chaos.
I let fear tell me that I could lose the things I hold most precious if
I don’t keep them reigned in.
Despite my best efforts to be the destroyer of fun, my kids continue
to taunt me and poke holes in my patience. They’re chiseling away
at my rocky exterior of responsibility.
Their relentless craziness breaks me down. When I finally stop trying
to patch their holes with stern words and my serious mom-face, what
seeps through the cracks is something pretty spectacular…
I remember that we are all here just to have fun. We’re all here to do
silly things and make stupid mistakes and learn. We’re here to laugh
and make messes and figure out how to fix things that are accidentally broken.
My children are trying to remind me that
being silly is one of life’s most precious gifts.
Because when we’re silly instead of serious, life flows.
Everything is fun and figure-out-able.
Problems and stresses matter way less and we stop to
simply enjoy being with one another.