We watched with held breaths the other evening as Nik Wallenda walked a tightrope high above the Chicago River with no harness and no net. We talked about his bravery. We gave it a go ourselves.
I often feel like I’m walking a tightrope myself as a mom. I struggle every day – sometimes every moment – to catch my balance. One foot in front of the other, I walk.
When Katie refuses to wear socks and she screams, “No, no, no!” and she balls up the socks and throws them across the room and throws herself on the floor and cries. “Pick your battles, Dana,” I tell myself. “Don’t give in to her tantrums,” my other self reminds me. One foot in front of the other, I walk.
When Maddie cries at the Park District Halloween party because she doesn’t know anyone and she wants to leave but she wants to stay and play games but only if I stay too but I can’t because it’s a kids-only party. “She has to learn to socialize,” I tell myself. “Oh, just take her home,” my other self whispers. One foot in front of the other, I walk.
When I have new coaching cycles to start and a presentation to finish and emails to check and a blog to update but it’s our day off today and the girls are playing school and I want to play with them too but the work is piling up and I feel so behind in everything. “Take an hour and work on your presentation while they play,” I tell myself. “Close the computer and play with them,” my other self says. One foot in front of the other, I walk.
Parenting is a tightrope act – every day, every decision. No harness, no net. Just one foot in front of the other.