I don’t know if anyone has filled you in on this little tidbit yet, but when it comes to children – one plus one does not equal two.

I’m fully exhausted by the time we get out the door to go anywhere or do anything. It is a bona-fide miracle when all four of us all get out the door in clean clothes and on time.

Just kidding, the on time thing never happens.

On Easter, for example, we planned to leave for church at 9 a.m.  I started getting myself and the kids ready at 7 a.m.

We left the house at 9:10.

Why? Because we’re in the circus season.

With a three year old and a seven month old, someone is bound to be having an off morning. One is hungry while the other is throwing a fit. The baby blows out a diaper at the same time that the three year old spills milk down her shirt. The baby needs to nurse, again, and the three year old doesn’t want to brush her teeth.

There’s. Always. Something.

The deceiving thing is that my children are, for the most part, really well behaved in public. So when we walked into church yesterday morning, we had the appearance of being very put together people. The boy cooed in his carrier. My daughter walked sweetly by my side.

I felt the glances of strangers as we walked by. Eyes that reflected their own happy memories. Smiles that spoke of sweet moments with small children. And I felt like a bit of a fraud. 

While I so appreciate those looks, because they remind me of how fleeting this season is, yesterday so much of me wanted to scream, “you don’t know what we went through to get here!”

My daughter’s shoes hurt her feet and she battled me for at least 10 minutes about a band-aid. The baby started to spit up the moment I got him dressed in his special Easter outfit and as a reflex I leaned him forward…so the spit up went all over me instead. My daughter was extra clingy and insisted on joining me in the shower…I could go on for an entire post with our morning hijinks.

Needless to say, I was totally frazzled, and that was before we walked through the doors of our more crowded than usual church.

So by the time we made it to our go-to breakfast spot after church, I was whipped. Our favorite waitress came over to take our order and asked how we were.

“Oh, just a circus as usual!” I laughed.

Because in so many ways, I feel like a ringmaster. On any given day I’m walking the tightrope of managing threenager feelings, making funny clown faces to make the baby giggle, and juggling ALL the things just to keep our lives moving.

The line between circus side show and mother of small children for me, is so blurred.  And maybe it never ends – this circus season. The acts may change, but life may not ever be calm and carefree until these babies are all grown up.

And I’ll miss this crazy circus life when that happens. 

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “The Circus Season of Motherhood

  1. kathyradigan

    I so remember those days!!!! 9:10 I’m impressed!!! Lol! Easter and Christmas were always so INSANE especially with the special outfits!! The one thing I was amazed about was just how much harder it was with two. I mean I expected it be harder, but nobody ever really prepares for you just how difficult the transition from one to two can be. And I can remember feeling like a fraud too when my family was out in public and everyone looked so cute and well behaved. Ringmaster is really the perfect description!! xo

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  2. Mandy Farmer

    I’m right there with you. I do think I’ll miss it when the circus slows down or leaves town, but whenever anyone reminds me of that I still want to punch them.

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