The Worst Best Advice

Enjoy every minuteIt was mid-afternoon. Both the kids were fed, rested, and happy. This, I thought, was a perfect opportunity to load them into the double pram and walk to the supermarket to pick up a few things that we needed.

Except the toddler insisted on walking. That’s ok, I thought, if he wears himself out this afternoon it will make bedtime easier. It might take a bit longer but we’re all still happy so let’s go with it. He stopped to watch caterpillars, smell flowers, and walk along walls. It was turning out to be a delightful walk.

Except the slow pace made the baby frustrated and want to get out of the pram too. That’s ok, I thought, I can carry her in one arm and push the pram with the other hand while we’re walking at this pace.

Except then the toddler insisted on holding the hand that was being used to push the pram. That’s ok, I thought, I knew my body was holding onto that baby weight around my tummy for a reason. I can hold the baby in one arm, hold my toddler’s hand with the other, and push the pram along with my perfectly padded belly.

It was not as easy as I imagined. The walk was becoming less delightful by the second. I was red faced and flustered, cursing my hubris with every step. My hair was blowing in my face but I didn’t have a spare hand to brush it back. One of my sneakers came untied. By the time we got to the shops all I could think about was finding a bench to stop at. I needed to get myself together.

So when I saw the woman making a beeline towards me I tried to avoid eye contact. But this one was not for turning. “Oh aren’t they precious,” She gushed. “It goes so fast. Make sure you enjoy every minute.” There it was. Enjoy every minute.

I hear that phrase, or a version of it, so very often now. It started right back during my first pregnancy. I had terrible morning sickness right up until labour when I was so dehydrated from the constant vomiting that they put me straight on a drip. Labour was easily the least difficult part of that first pregnancy. Yet as soon as someone saw the bump, they would ignore the green face and say: “It’s such a special time. Enjoy every minute.”

Then again when I had a newborn. Cards and messages, friends and well-meaning strangers were all telling me to enjoy every minute. When I was so tired that I forgot that I was sterilising my breast pump in boiling water, only realising when I smelled the melting plastic (a smell that lingered on for days), I wanted to scream “What about this minute?!” When I had mastitis and couldn’t get out of bed. “What about this minute?!” When my baby was screaming and I couldn’t figure out why. “What about this minute?!” Sure he’s the greatest thing ever in the history of the entire universe but what about this minute and this minute and this minute?!?

Of course, people don’t actually mean that they think that you will, or even should, enjoy every minute. They just want to emphasise that time goes by so fast and that children grow up before you know it. The thing is, when people keep telling you something over and over you really start to believe it. Then when you are not in fact enjoying every minute you begin to question yourself.

This is the fourteenth nappy I’ve changed today, I’m getting a bit over it. No, no, wait, I should be appreciating this moment, one day I won’t have any nappies to change.

My toddler’s been pinching me incessantly while I’ve been trying to cook dinner. I should relish the pinching now because when he’s all grown up there’ll be no one to pinch me while I chop carrots.

I’ve got a headache this morning, I’d love nothing more than just to go back to bed. Hang on now, I should embrace the tiredness, one day I’ll get all the sleep I want and wish for nothing more than a return of that extreme fatigue.

Not enjoying every minute – one more thing to add to the list of things that makes me a terrible person. Worst advice ever.

On the other hand, when taken as it is intended it really is the best advice. I do try to remember it during the rough times because I know that most of the these parenting-young-children times are good times. More than good. That crazy, indescribable soaring of the heart wonder. I know I’ll miss so very much about this time. One day maybe I’ll even genuinely miss everything about this time. I have no doubt that many of the people who give me this worst best advice are in fact missing everything about this time in their own lives.

So I looked at the kindly, well-meaning woman at the shops who was looking at my children but seeing her own, smiled and said: “Thank you. I will.” Then I thrust my belly back out and pushed the pram away from her as fast as I could.

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8 thoughts on “The Worst Best Advice

  1. Ah yes, there are always the minutes that you really don’t want to repeat! But you know, I still look back fondly and with a little yearning over even those. I have a clear image of my toddler needing my help on her potty, with my newborn clearly not finished breastfeeding, and me getting stressed – at the time, hideous, but now, just 3 years later, I kind of want that time again. Weird, huh?

    1. Weird but not weird. Even on the days that go so slow and the minutes that take an eternity there is the looming realisation that time goes way to fast. Still, plenty of good times ahead 🙂

  2. Your first few paragraphs describe so well how things quickly turn from lovely to fine to just hanging in there and then to really stressed, and all without anything momentous happening, just two children. I remember it well and every minute isn’t a joy, a lot of it is bloody hard work. It is not just you. But like you said it does pass quicker than we imagine. Great post describing the conflicting emotions of being a mum. I will put it on my Face Book page The Guilt Free Guide To Motherhood. Thank you. Kirsten
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  3. Yes, yes and yes! I think “enjoy every minute” can seem patroniszing when it comes from a complete stranger who has no idea that you’ve been up since 4 am and have been wearing the same leggings for 72 hours BUT I fully agree with the message behind it (and in fact think it applies to anyone’s life and not just parents: you’ve only got one life so make the most of the good and the bad) Thanks for sharing #fromtheheart
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  4. It’s crazy how I feel nostalgic for stuff that happened a year ago so I imagine I’m gonna be that annoying stranger in a few years! I look back at a time when I was maddened by sleep deprivation and riddled with post natal anxiety and think, awww that was nice wasn’t it 🙂 It does help me to try and soak up the moments more with my LO and I don’t think I will ever enjoy every moment but I do my best to appreciate it. I’ll be wiping toddler crud from the walls and I remember how much I wanted to be in a crud wiping position. Thanks so much for sharing #fromtheheart

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