You Think You’ve Got Problems!

Carla: The other day I saw one of my favorite Monty Python sketches in which four men reminisce about their youth, each one trying to best the others’ tales of woe. It reminded me of something that happens too often among mothers–reverse bragging. In fact, I did it myself yesterday.

I was at the orthodontist with my 12-year-old and the assistant–are they called hygienists at the orthodontist?–asked me if I was going crazy with the hormone shifts of my preteen. It turns out she has a 12-year-old, too, and is dealing with the head-spinning mood swings that come with puberty (and no, my daughter was not in the room during this conversation). I nodded my head a lot and offered looks of commiseration. I gave a few laughs that said, “Oh sister, I’ve so been there!” But the truth is I haven’t.

I have to say, my daughter is a pretty even-keeled kid. Of course she’s had her moments and I’m certain there will be more as she moves fully into her teens, but so far, she has been pretty easy–even delightful–to live with. So why would I act like she was a moody mess when she isn’t? So that this other mom wouldn’t feel bad about her life.

I actually find myself in lots of conversations in which moms aren’t bragging about their children’s accomplishments but rather bemoaning their failings. And then the one-upmomship begins–”You think that’s bad….” and pretty soon we’re living in a paper bag down mill (watch the Python clip and you’ll get that).

In some ways, this is progress for motherhood. It means we aren’t afraid of telling the truth, that the cathartic act of telling other parents about the crazy things our children do helps relieve the shame or the guilt or the frustration. And that’s all good. But maybe we need to find some middle ground where we can be honest about the good and the bad.

I think I can be supportive without painting my own child in an unflattering light–especially when it’s a false light. I can tell another mom that parenthood is no picnic without my problems having to outweigh hers. And I can certainly listen and let another mom vent without inserting myself into the conversation with confessions that are really meant to make me feel better.

Caryn: Read you loud and clear on this one. It’s a common trap—in our desire to connect and relate and not come across as total motherjudgers (a word I’m totally trying to get into the lexicon)—one I’ve fallen into many a time in my motherhood.

But every time I have, I’ve also had little internal alarm bells go off for another reason. Ever since my stint at Marriage Partnership magazine, where every third article was about the dangers of public husband-bashing, these alarms have rung now and again. They started ringing for new reasons when I had kids.

I think in our haste to connect we can not only tell fish tales—as you so wickedly did—but we can also kid-bash. While it’s good to commiserate with other moms about the horrors of mommyhood, it’s also important that we protect our kids a bit. Respect their privacy and their right to behave badly without the world knowing.

Of course, the problem is when kids have mothers who are writers and kind of tell their stories for a “living.” Oh, Carla. What do we do?

Carla: You’re totally right (you might want to copy and paste that somewhere since it’s not likely I’ll say it again any time soon). There has to be some third way between acting like our lives are perfect and trashing our kids for the sake of connection. Maybe what we need to do is take the focus off the kids altogether and talk about our own struggles, our fears, our questions, our concerns. Instead of letting the hygienist think that my girl is an emotional wreck, I could have said, “It’s a lot of work, isn’t it?” or “I’m never really sure what to do at any given moment, either.” Because really, that’s what she wanted–someone to let her know she’s not the only one who feels overwhelmed now and then.


5 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Steve B. on October 7, 2009 at 8:49 pm

    “We were evicted from our hole in the ground. We had to go live in a lake.”

    I did this skit with some campers during my one summer at Covenant Pines, but nobody got it.
    Crazy Covenants.

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  2. Posted by Carla on October 7, 2009 at 8:55 pm

    You should have saved it for Trout.

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  3. I’m laughing at the Monty Python reference.
    I think commiserating is better than what my gut-level response often is–to try to provide an on-the-spot parenting seminar for the mom with the troublesome child. Not a good idea! When a mom complains abouttheir kid’s behavior, I think what they really want is someone to listen. Saying, “Wow, that’s so hard” or “That’s gotta be tough” or even “that’s so normal for their age!” and just listening is often what’s needed. (altho not always what I do–but I’m trying!!)
    My kids are 13 and 15 and everyone kept warning me about the teen years. But so far they are pretty terrific. It’s my favorite stage of parenting so far (although I’ve said that ever since they were both fully potty trained!!). I try not to brag or complain about them, but I do try to “catch them doing right” and tell them specifically what I appreciate about them or their behavior.
    Great topic!

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  4. Posted by lisa boylan on October 15, 2009 at 10:22 am

    Interesting article in the Chicago Tribune and I find it almost uncomfortable. I, too, enjoy the drinks (although usually drink a few beers about 2x’s/week), but do find myself having to limit the intake. If I just let myself go, I could easily drink my cheap beer much more often. I wonder why that is? Yes, I actually enjoy the taste, but it’s more than that … I enjoy that little giddy/light feeling that I get. It makes the end of the say more enjoyable and much more relaxing.
    However, I need to be careful. Alcoholism runs in my family (I think it does in most) and we even have horrible deaths attributed to it. Also, my husband has been sober for over 15 years and while he knows that I am a separate entity and his addiction is ‘his’ addiction, I’m know it worries him if he sees the drinking becoming more regular – which it has at times.
    I am trying to be more open about this struggle in the hopes that I won’t be able to hide behind it if it ever does become more of an issue.

    Now, with all that said – I do have other, more ‘socially-acceptable’ ways that I make it through my day. Such as, an addiction to Facebook (Carla can attest to this), multiple cups of black tea with milk (2 tea bags per cup), and a lively online word-game circle of friends.

    With a 2 year-old around the house, showering is not always an option (except for before bed)…….

    And there you have it. A day in the life of a cancer-survivor, stay-at-home mom, wannabe make-up artist, cheap beer drinking, Facebook addict.

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  5. Posted by lisa boylan on October 15, 2009 at 10:29 am

    Oops – above response was for a different post … dang, caffeine jitters.

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