Parenting Moments I Never Thought I Would Miss

Every morning, so early my eyes couldn’t focus, I would go downstairs to prepare very specific lunch and snack requests for my kids. On autopilot, I would put up the water for fresh pasta and butter (parmesan in a Ziplock bag on the side) or Annie’s macaroni and cheese shells. Yellow only. Don’t even think about elbows. There were other annoying necessities, such as slicing grapes; not only so that they wouldn’t be choking hazards, but also because the bruised ends that attached to the vine ‘offended’ them. The crusts on any sandwich must be banished, and hard-boiled eggs must be void of any remnants of yellow. Any.

As mommy, there were so many particulars that needed tending to simply get through a day responsibly and with the least amount of tantrums. (“Not the blue bowl!!! The red!”) But now that we’re a bit older, a lot of these peculiarities and young needs have faded away. And, believe it or not, I kind of miss some of them…

The 3am Wanderer – I was always pretty strong about keeping my bed…uh, I mean mine and my husband’s bed off limits, but there were times, of course, when I would wake to find a child’s foot kicking me in the back, or an arm over my face. So annoying. So warm and sweet and delicious. And annoying.

The Tickle Back – For years, I couldn’t leave my middle child’s room without going through an elaborate ritual. “Tickle back, Mommy! Do it harder… softer… No, this way… You forgot arms… Sorry, you didn’t do that well. Try again!” It was an arduous test to pass every night before I was released to my own rewards of ice cream and Housewives. These days, I am literally dismissed. “Mommy, you can go now.”

The Bus Stop – The bus stop is on my corner and I am the corner house, so it’s not exactly a schlepp. Still, many a day I stood there; sometimes freezing, sometimes corralling a younger sib or worrying because I left someone in front of the TV. I’d wait impatiently to hear those screechy breaks on the corner before ours, but now my 5th and 2nd graders are perfectly capable and happy to walk the 10 feet to the curb themselves. I watch from the doorway, but they rarely look back.

Play! – “Mommy, let’s play Pokemon/Lego/dinosaur battle!” Really? Do we have to? Apparently, we always did. So, we’d sit on the floor and set up 100 figures and then “pshew pshew” shoot and fly them across the floor at each other. “What are you gonna do?!” My kid would ask desperately, as I tried to sneak a peek at the open newspaper next to us. “Uh, I’m gonna thunder punch?” I’d say without enthusiasm. My bad attitude was never noted, as long as I came up with something. “Revolving kick!” He’d boom back energetically, clearly to make me look bad in front of my ‘men.’ These days, the only thing the boys want to battle with me over is their playing time on iTouch, Computer or Wii.

The Butt Wipe – Yeah, I know. Who’d miss that, right? And while I might not actually miss the physical wiping, I definitely do miss the build-up. “Mom! I need to poop!” Followed by, “Done! Done! DONE!!” And then there are all those fascinating positions for optimal wiping. Okay, TMI, but, now my little boys just go on their own. Done. At least they still regularly forget to lift the seat and I wind up sitting on pee. Sigh. It’s the little things.

Mommy, Don’t Go! – Oh the drama! Oh the tears! “But boys, Mommy is only going out for a little while. Mommy needs wine and therapy…I mean friends.” Cue clinging and snotting and hanging on legs. On occasion, a child would be physically ripped from my body as I ran out the door, only to be seen moments later with a desperate little face, banging on the window. They couldn’t bear to part with me. Now they stare at the TV as I loudly yell, “BYE!” and they (sometimes) look up and bless me with a smile. Oh, where have all the good times gone!!??!

All the older moms always say you’ll miss these days when they’re gone. I look around: there are toys and crap everywhere, laundry piled high. I bitch about it _constantly.) Will I miss this mess? I consider my house devoid of the clutter, neat and perfect (come on, it’s a hypothetical fantasy!), and immediately I know I will. Because when it’s gone, they’re gone.

I’m going to try to remember that the next time I’m dragging my kid out of bed to wake up.

Alisa is a SAHM to three delicious boys. She loves reading, staying active, eating ice cream (sometimes up to twice a day!), and writing for her blog, Ice Scream Mama.