Psst!… NO. This is not a Halloween post!
Flattened. Hit by a house. With only my red slippers to show for it.
Sometimes that is how I feel – like the Wicked Witch of the East only seemingly in control of her own “Munchkin Land.”
Life in Oz Isn’t Always What it’s Cracked Up to Be…
I hate feeling mean and cranky. I really dislike being the household “witch.” And occasionally, I just want to step down as the “leader of Munchkin Land.”
Patience… remember the patience I managed to maintain last week? I was proud of it for a reason – because it is H.A.R.D. to maintain.
Especially on those days when minute after minute, hour after hour you:
A. Hear a multitude of munchkins whining.
Munchkins: Do I really have too?!???!!! (said in the whiniest voice possible)
Me: YES! (pause as I wait for them to complete whatever very reasonable task that I’ve asked of them. Followed by…) NOW!
B. Listen to a plethora of ridiculous complaints.
Munchkins: But MOOMMM! I don’t want THAT piece of candy? I want THAT one! You never let me have what I want!
Me: ????? OK. At least I’m consistent?
C. Have (in general) been bombarded by an overabundance of annoying behaviors.
Munchkins: (no need for words, just A LOT of wiggles when the munchkins should be still…)
Me: STOP! Please STAY. STILL!
Yep, just call me wicked and throw me under a house…. because the Munchkins are restless…and maintaining control of Munchkin Land can occasionally make me feel like such a meanie, a grouch, and an all-around
The Real Witch of Oz
Some days, some weeks – are worse than others. But, regardless of the day there IS always a heart behind this seemingly “mean mom.”
Do my kids know that I am really not this mean, definitive “no” person?
Do they realize that Motherhood – what they see as their mom – doesn’t always define me?
Do they understand that I am also human with feelings that sometimes get hurt?
Probably not. (And in my heart I know that is OK for now.)
Yet, sometimes I need to remind myself that the “witch” really is:
- Kind. (I work hard to be a good friend, wife, and mother…)
- Loving. (I have a huge heart that I willingly open to many…)
- Understanding. (I try – unbeknownst to my kids – to always listen to all sides of every story…)
But it can be hard! Because I realize (to them) I seem overly strict. And I know (to them) I seem to say “no” more often than “yes.” And yep, I even know sometimes I am wrong (and maybe I don’t admit it to them.)
But inside my heart, during every second of every hour, no matter HOW batty they are driving me – I REALLY DO love them. And sometimes, I guess I have to realize that loving “my munchkins” may occasionally place me on the wrong side of the “broom” in their eyes.
- I’m not making excuses for my
dailyoccasional bad moods.
- I’m not justifying the fact that
many timessometimes I do need to keep my patience more than I do.
- And I’m not saying that I probably should admit every once in a while that I’ve made a mistake
or two or three, or…
BUT it can be hard when you rarely get recognition, when you constantly hear complaints, and when you always seem to be labeled as the Wicked Witch – Ruler of Munchkin Land.
It’s hard because ultimately, I’m only human (even though my munchkins may think of me as a “super-human mom”).
Follow WHAT Yellow Brick Road!?
In a perfect world… My munchkins would always know how much I loved them.
In a perfect world… they would understand that all my “demands” are meant to help mold them.
In a perfect world… I wouldn’t have to yell, or feel so demanding, or be so strict and so seemingly mean.
But alas, I will have to admit that I don’t ever see my household being a “perfect version of Oz.”
And, in my not-so-perfect world, sometimes the only thing I can do to refocus all the negative “munchkin energy” is to remember that I mean well.
Because, in parenting, there is no “yellow brick road” leading us all directly to the “Emerald City.” There is rarely a crystal clear path to what’s right, what’s wrong, what best, and what’s worst when it comes to keeping peace in my munchkin’s land.
And ultimately, when all hell breaks loose, and the munchkins revolt, and the husband may
all-too-many-times also feel the side effects from my day-long “witch’s wrath,” – I think how lucky I am to also have my “Toto…”
To sit with me when I’m sad. To listen to me rant when I don’t need anyone to talk back to me. And to ofter me unconditional love – even when I’m cast as the Wicked Witch of the East.
Forget the Wizard – I’m off to see Toto…
See! I told you this wasn’t a Halloween post… well, sort of! If you would like to see the real little munchkins all decked out for Halloween, check out my On-the-Go Momma Facebook Fan Page! 🙂
Leave a comment! How do you deal with the days where you feel like you’re constantly saying “NO!” in Munchkin Land? Do you ever need to remind yourself that you aren’t always a
b-witch? Do you have a “Toto” in your life?