As I pulled into the parking lot of my pediatrician’s office, I paused as three women doing fitness training were pulling tires across my path.
I’ve stopped for ducks to cross the road, I’ve slowed down for wild turkeys and squirrels, but I’ve never had to put on the brakes for three women pulling tires.
The first thought that crossed my mind was, “Can’t they find a better way to get in shape?”
Their faced looked miserable.
I felt sorry for them.
They probably paid a lot to a trainer to inflict that kind of pain. Aside from my own feelings about fitness, I certainly have never needed to pull a literal tire to feel like the weight of the world is behind me.
When people ask how many kids I have and I tell them four, they usually say something like, “Wow, you have your hands full!” I know I’ve done this to other moms – it’s nearly a reflex.
We (I) feel increasingly encumbered as our children and lists of responsibilities grow in number. I’m not good at asking for help. I don’t like appearing weak.
Comedian, Jim Gaffigan, might just have put it best when he said, “You want to know what it’s like having a fourth kid? Imaging you’re downing. Then someone hands you a baby.” The things no one tells you is that you can make a choice to be open about your struggles and share with those closest to you, and this brings freedom.
Honesty and asking for help are so vital as we aim to raise our families and be good role models to our kids. I’m still working on this.
I’m a perfectionist. I like things neat and clean. But life is messy. Really messy.
And really hard. Feels like I’m “pulling tire” almost every day, sans the personal fitness trainer.