15/02/2023
"I love my children, but hate being a parent."
You may have felt this way for some time, but have never been able to put together the words to say it out loud. Sometimes, just saying those words, "You know what, I hate being a parent", "I hate being a mother", or "I hate being a father" can be cathartic, but in many ways, can bring up a wave of guilt, resentment, and discomfort.
Society conditions us to imagine the role of the parent to be this beautiful, amazing, completely fulfilling journey with light, love, daffodils, and rainbows.
Some days you might feel this, but in other ways, this is not the reality, and reading a book, listening to a podcast, or writing about it is going to change the way you feel.
It is challenging, overwhelming, exhausting, montonous, which feels like a never ending battle.
You never get to clock out of your role as a parent, and become your old self again. It is a responsibility and weight to bear.
There is nothing wrong with admitting that. There is no shame in being honest about it. When we are denial about it, it can lead to abuse and harming yourself and others.
There is a big difference between loving children and enjoying the role of being a parent (mother or father) on a daily basis.
You may not admit to hating your sons or daughters. You may say that you love your children, but struggle with being honest with yourself that you are struggling and need to reach out for help.
It is now a time to separate how you feel about your children, who is a human being with feelings, emotions, and a personality, from how you feel about your role as a parent, which is very difficult and hard.
These two things are not mutually exclusive.
There is a stigma about parenting that our culture and society refuses to talk about. It is a taboo topic to talk about human beings and their desire and motivation to parent children. It is taboo to broach topics related to the darkest underbelly of raising children, and the mental and emotional toll it takes on people.
You may be reading this and say, "Thanks goodness it's not just me. I feel seen."
It's not just you, mom.
It's not just you, dad.
You are doing what you do to get through it. To deny the unsufferable feelings of "responsibility", is to operate under the guise of a lie.
The only way out is through. It is not all sunshine and rainbows. But can we admit to it?