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October 12, 2012 by: Shell

Things They Can’t Say: Raising Humans

Tricia is an account director by day, writer by night, wife and mother first, foremost, and all the time.

Her blog, Raising Humans is about those parenting moments – the good and bad, the beautiful and sometimes ugly – moments when we realize that we are all growing together.
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I collapsed onto the couch and tucked my feet underneath me, seeking comfort by curling into the cushions.

It was noon and I had not yet gotten dressed or left my house.

Just the week before, I had been up and out already. Just the week before, a group of women had commended me for getting up and out and making it to the new parent’s support group.

“She is two weeks old and you made it here?! Good work mama! Congratulations!!”

Their excitement had baffled me. On a normal day, I could successfully manage huge projects and teams of dozens of people. And they were congratulating me for getting dressed and driving 5 minutes from my house.

And yet here I was, one week further into motherhood, and regressing. The memory of their praise made me feel pathetic.

As I curled deeper into the couch, I noticed an intruder on my pity party for one. A stink bug, moseying along just inside the back door.

Determined to exert control over at least one aspect of my day, I got up to evict him. I stepped outside and pulled the door behind me, thinking I could push him out.

As soon as the door clicked into place, my heart sank.

I frantically turned the handle, back and forth as forcefully as I could, as if the fifth or fifteenth try would magically succeed. But it was locked. I was outside. My keys and my phone were inside.

She was inside.

I left my baby girl inside and ran from house to house in search of help. When I finally found a neighbor at home with their door wide open, I barged right in, barely stopping to knock first.

“I’m locked out! My baby is inside! I need to call my husband!”

I’m sure that only half of those words came out un-mangled. But they must have been the right words because the man whose house I had just invaded quickly handed me his phone.

Through a stream of tears, panic, and an unhealthy dose of shame, I called my husband.

What kind of mother locks herself out of her house while her 3-week old sleeps inside?

A mother fearful of being alone with her newborn. A mother who was starting to believe that she was not cut out for this. A mother who was failing.

~~~~~
As you read this today, my girl is three, happy, and healthy. She was fine when I finally made my way back to her that day. She does not remember the moments she spent alone in our house.

But I do.

I replayed them over and over in my head for months. For months, I tortured myself with those moments and the failure I thought they represented.

But now I know. I know that day was not a failure.

Because in these past three years, my girl and I, we have grown together.

She has grown from a tiny baby to a walking, talking preschooler. And I have grown to understand that I will make mistakes but those mistakes do not mean I am failing. Mothers, I have learned, can do superhuman things… but we are still human. Like our littles, we try. Sometimes we fall but we try again. And throughout it all, through each mistake and each triumph we grow. Together.

Please leave Tricia some comment love here and then be sure to go visit Raising Humans.

 

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Comments

  1. Alison says

    October 12, 2012 at 7:54 am

    I know that was a scary moment, Tricia, and it’s so easy to blame ourselves and lay on the guilt and think about the what ifs. I’m glad you know that it was just a blip, an honest mistake, and you’re clearly doing a great job!

    • Tricia says

      October 13, 2012 at 8:12 am

      Thank you, Alison! It was so scary. But looking back, I am amazed at how far we’ve both come.

  2. Angel says

    October 12, 2012 at 8:02 am

    How many moments did I have raising 3 boys and screw up thinking the same thing about myself. With each one I would say AHA I won’t make that mistake only to make a totally different one and thinking where on earth did that idea come from and why did I think it was good.. it happens. The oldest made it all the way to 20 thus far.. so apparently we survived.

    • Tricia says

      October 13, 2012 at 8:14 am

      Congrats to you! 20 feels so far but I know it’s really not… So true on the mistakes – we learn from one only to make another. But we keep learning!

  3. Tracy says

    October 12, 2012 at 9:21 am

    Ah, I think we’ve all had those moments where we questioned our abilities to mother. I accidentally locked my 6 week old daughter in the car…in JULY. Been there. You were exhausted and overwhelmed by the newness of it all: just like everyone else. Don’t let anyone tell you they’re a perfect mom because they’d be lying. Or crazy. Or jerks.

    • Tricia says

      October 13, 2012 at 8:15 am

      Agreed! There is no perfection in mothering!

  4. A Morning Grouch says

    October 12, 2012 at 9:31 am

    What a terrifying moment!  But glad you realize that doe not make you a failure.   And, of course, the little girl was fine, oblivious to an exhausted mama’s mistake.

    • Tricia says

      October 13, 2012 at 8:16 am

      Yes! I feel like many of our parenting mistakes are that way – we beat ourselves up over them but our children have no idea.

  5. Where is the ME in Mommy? says

    October 12, 2012 at 10:23 am

    Goodness, I’m sure you were frantic!  It definitely does happen. My 18 month old locked me out but I was able to get back in without a problem.  

    One of my life mantras: make mistakes.  Don’t let them make you.

    • Tricia says

      October 13, 2012 at 8:17 am

      LOVE that mantra!

  6. Kelli @ Momma Needs a Beer says

    October 12, 2012 at 10:28 am

    Momma guilt SUCKS! Especially when it comes to things that we have no control over. Happy you could forgive yourself… I know I, personally, am hardest on myself.

    • Tricia says

      October 13, 2012 at 8:18 am

      It totally does! Took a long time to forgive myself, I really spent too much time thinking about it for far too long.

  7. thedoseofreality says

    October 12, 2012 at 10:42 am

    That is such a real and honest post. It made me get teary-eyed for you. I dropped my baby girl once, as I was trying to get her back in her bassinet. It was devastating and was my first experience with pure mommy guilt. Such a great job writing here Tricia. I think everyone who reads will relate. 

    • Tricia says

      October 13, 2012 at 8:21 am

      Oh thank you. It’s so nice to read all the comments here and know we all make mistakes and we all recover.

  8. Robin | Farewell, Stranger says

    October 12, 2012 at 10:57 am

    I can just imagine the panic! We judge ourselves so harshly, especially in the early days. But you’re right – we’re doing it and they are going to be more than okay.

    • Tricia says

      October 13, 2012 at 8:26 am

      The judging is particularly bad in those early days. Judging ourselves against what we thought we would be.

  9. terra @ terratalking says

    October 12, 2012 at 11:13 am

    Oh I could feel the palpable panic in your voice as you replayed this story in this post! New momma guilt, and all of its associated chaos, is so scary, so alienating. It is a strong and loud voice that tells us we are failures. And I think part of the motherhood journey is learning to listen to the quiet whisper of the voice behind the guilt one, the one that says – “you are AWESOME! look at all you accomplished today!” It is not easy. But it’s always worth it. So glad you and your daughter have been able to continue growing and learning together. It makes being a mom SO worth it to have those wonderful memories to outweigh the scary ones~

    • Tricia says

      October 13, 2012 at 8:29 am

      Yes! That quiet whisper behind the guilt one – so tough to hear but so important!

  10. Ginny Marie says

    October 12, 2012 at 11:23 am

    I remember those exhausting days of mothering a newborn! I easily could have done the same thing. When I did lock myself out of the house, I had just picked up my two daughters from school, and it was the coldest, rainiest day of the entire month! At least we had an umbrella. 😉

    • Tricia says

      October 13, 2012 at 8:29 am

      Oh no! That’s always when things like this happen, isn’t it?

  11. Debra says

    October 12, 2012 at 11:25 am

    I can totally relate, I did the same with BOTH of my kids. One time even locking my 2 year old son with my newborn daughter. I thought he would drop her on her head and that I was the worst mom in the world. We’re mom’s we’re not perfect, we make mistakes – but nothing that damages our children as long as what we do is out of love!

    • Tricia says

      October 13, 2012 at 8:32 am

      Love this: nothing damages our children as long as what we do is out of love. Not that I like hearing people make mistakes like me but it is encouraging hearing that I’m not the only one to have locked myself out.

  12. MommaKiss says

    October 12, 2012 at 11:31 am

    I 100% know that fear, that panic of “what the hell did I just do and WHY AM I ALLOWED TO PARENT THIS HUMAN?”
    OK, maybe it wasn’t that bad, but still – that feeling of “who left me in charge?”

    I’m glad you’re growing, together, figuring it out, together. it’s all anyone would ask.

    • Tricia says

      October 13, 2012 at 8:36 am

      Yes! Every day for a while I wondered how I was left in charge here. Three years later and some days I still do!

  13. Becoming SuperMommy says

    October 12, 2012 at 11:37 am

    Ohhhhhhhh yeah.

    I remember when my twins were two months old, one month adjusted age, and I went back to school.  And I knew that I was *supposed* to miss them… but the drives between my home and the university, and then between the university and my home… when I was all alone in my car… that was the best part of my day, most days.

    There was this little hill right after the second to last turn on the way home.  And I would gun it on the way up to the hill, so that as I sped over it my stomach would lift like I was in a roller coaster.  And that one moment of exhilaration was what made me feel kind of human most of the time.

    My twins also just turned three.and now I have another baby… and it almost feels like I’m right back there- as helpless and lost and sure that I totally suck at this.

    Thanks for sharing. 🙂

    • Tricia says

      October 13, 2012 at 8:39 am

      Oh I know that feeling. Most days I love my commute just for the quiet and the alone time. I’m on the brink of having my second and sort of expecting the same feelings to return!

  14. Mary @ A Teachable Mom says

    October 12, 2012 at 11:59 am

    Beautifully written, heartfelt post. I love the reminder that we’re humans, in this together, and mistakes do not make us failures (they just give us great stories to tell in the future!). Well done, mama!

  15. Deanna says

    October 12, 2012 at 12:09 pm

    I think every parent has had at least one moment like this. In the end though, you realize it had no affect on how they turned out! Don’t sweat it!

    • Tricia says

      October 13, 2012 at 8:41 am

      So true! I wish I could go back and tell myself this on that day – that it will all be ok.

  16. Danielle at Yeah I Said It Blog says

    October 12, 2012 at 12:10 pm

    New motherhood is such a challenge.  We mostly make it up as we go along, with sprinklings of parenting book advice and (usually) unsolicited advice from friends and family.

    When I read your story, I didn’t think of your locking yourself out as a failure.  I see it as evidence of the powerful, urgent love you already had for your 3 week old child.  You ran around in a panic to get to her, uncaring about what the neighbors might think.  That’s motherhood.

    P.S.  One time I let my then-6 year old pump gas because I thought he’d enjoy feeling like a big boy.  He pulled the pump out of the tank while still pressing the handle and gas sprayed in his eyes and mouth.  We had to go to the ER to make sure there was no corrosive damage.  Mom Fail!

    • Tricia says

      October 13, 2012 at 8:44 am

      Yes that is indeed motherhood! You capture it so well. I do things like your story all the time – treating my girl like a big kid and letting her do something she’ll enjoy only to have it backfire. Glad your boy was ok!

  17. just JENNIFER says

    October 12, 2012 at 12:14 pm

    Ohmigosh, the panic is so real. Even if you can intellectually know that she’s fine, she’s sleeping, too little to get up and get into anything dangerous. My son ran away from us in a Walmart one day when he was 2 and we couldn’t find him for several minutes. It’s just terrifying!

    • Tricia says

      October 13, 2012 at 8:45 am

      Exactly! I knew she couldn’t possible get hurt but oh the panic!

  18. Venassa says

    October 12, 2012 at 1:04 pm

    Sounds like something I would do. I was always so paranoid of locking the baby in the car when I first had her.

    • Tricia says

      October 13, 2012 at 8:48 am

      I was paranoid of that too! And that only went away when my girl was old enough to unlock the door on her own.

  19. christine says

    October 12, 2012 at 2:18 pm

    There is so much to learn as we grow together, yes? I love that from being a mother you have learned to be more gentle on yourself. That we are not failures, we are all human.

    • Tricia says

      October 13, 2012 at 8:49 am

      Oh yes. Slowly I transfer this to other areas of my life too – letting go of being perfect. It’s quite a challenge.

  20. ilene says

    October 12, 2012 at 8:20 pm

    I can so relate to the scare – I have had those moments too when in a hurry, I have locked the wrong door, lost a child, whatever 🙂
    As always, you deliver a thought provoking slice of life with wonderful writing.  Great to see you here!  

    • Tricia says

      October 13, 2012 at 8:51 am

      Oh thank you Ilene! It’s so nice to hear from so many who relate!

  21. Christie says

    October 12, 2012 at 9:20 pm

    Ah yes! You just reminded me of when I locked myself out with my 4 month old inside. We lived in a coach house and the only way inside was through a second story window. Fortunately one of our friends – who happened to be 6 and a half feet tall – was home. He jumped on the garbage can and got in the unlocked window. I was completely hysterical and my husband came home from work just to calm me down. You are so right that we grow with them because I had totally forgotten about that situation until I read your post.

    • Tricia says

      October 13, 2012 at 8:54 am

      It happens! And it feels so awful but looking back so comforting to know we grow and move beyond these moments. Glad your friend was able to help that day!

  22. Christine @ Love, Life, Surf says

    October 12, 2012 at 10:16 pm

    That part about being a mother fearful of being alone with her newborn? Oh my yes. I’ve never been more terrified in my life. I remember my husband being away on a business trip in those early weeks and I waited in the house for my MIL to show up. 10 minute before she arrived, I completely broke down crying – I couldn’t manage another moment alone. But I so appreciate your perspective (and the reminder) that though each experience and triumph, we grow together. 

    • Tricia says

      October 13, 2012 at 8:56 am

      Oh the breakdowns of new motherhood. I had so many!

  23. Lourie says

    October 13, 2012 at 1:27 am

    It was 15 years ago for me.  It feels like forever.  She has grown into a remarkable young woman.  But I, too remember having feelings of guilt, of being inadequate.  If this is your worst mistake, you are doing an awesome job.  That dumb old stink bug!!

    • Tricia says

      October 13, 2012 at 8:56 am

      Right!?! Those bugs are good for nothing!

  24. momof12 says

    October 14, 2012 at 1:05 am

    Sounds like you are a wonderful mother! Then and now!
    Sandy

  25. sarah @sundayspill says

    October 17, 2012 at 11:01 am

    We all struggle. We all overcome. And the beautiful result is growth 🙂 lovely post, tricia.

  26. Eli@coachdaddy says

    October 25, 2012 at 5:24 pm

    I love how honest your writing is.

    I hope that when you tell your girl this story someday, it’s with the lesson that sometimes, stuff just happens. If the door wasn’t locked, or if that stink bug hadn’t ambled by right then, there’s no incident. No story.

    No blog.

    But it did, and there was, and there is. It’s a time when we are always so incredibly careful and something happens that we just didn’t consider.

    My youngest got bitten in the face by a dog recently in the park. I am so grateful it was under mom’s watch, not so that I could shirk the duty, but because she handled it so much more gracefully than I might have. Some things just happen.

    So, I’m kind of glad this happened to you when it did. Because of the blog it produced and the example of how you mother.

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