If I had a pound for every time I’ve been told, “The days are long but the years are short”, I’d buy myself… A really nice handbag! But it’s sickeningly true isn’t it? Days can be really, really long but the years – they seem to fly by without us realising.
So many of us are guilty of wishing the days away. We’re Mothers, guilt is basically delivered with the placenta right? We count the hours till bed-time. Wish for just five minutes by ourselves. Nobody to call ‘Mummy’ just as we’ve closed the bathroom door. Then feel guilty about it. Then catch ourselves and feel guilty for feeling guilty. It’s a vicious cycle and a rut that’s all too easy to get stuck in.
On the long days, we forget to enjoy the good bits. We are all consumed by the whining for another snack or the bickering over who was playing with the usually neglected, dusty piece of plastic first. We forget the giggle we had at the mispronounced word (I know a two year old who likes to throw his ‘dick’ in the fire!) or the impromptu ‘love you’ as you wrestle a toddler sized octopus into their car seat.
Some days tempers are short, some nights sleep is a privilege but as dawn breaks you’ll still sniff that fuzzy bed head and all will be forgiven.
It’s okay not to enjoy every day, you’ll enjoy every year. You’ll look back with a sentimental yearning, remembering the tough days with rose-tinted glasses. Stare at cute baby pictures and forget the colic and supermarket meltdowns. The days you poured the wine before bedtime won’t be remembered. The sharp words at the check out, they’ll be forgotten and in some short years to come we’ll wish we could live those long days over and over again. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Your best will always be good enough.
All my love,
(Who should probably take her own advice once in a while!)