On the Porch
Onisha Ellis
“Have you ever just wanted to scream “LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” to your children and hide in your bedroom for the rest of the day?”
This was part of a young mother’s vent on Facebook today. Oh the memories it brought to mind of days being so tired and out of patience I just wanted to scream, then hide. To find my happy place I would pretend. In my mind there was a lovely home nearby where a very kind and sweet woman lived. Young mothers knew they could knock on her door anytime and she would greet them with an understanding smile, give them a big hug and escort them to “the room”. The room was more like a small suite with a gorgeous bathroom complete with a huge tub. The tub edge was lined with an assortment of scented bath crystals or bubble bath. Fresh towels lay on the vanity. The bedroom was totally feminine in white or other restful colors, a fluffy comforter invited me to snuggle down and on the bedside table was an array of books. It was a pleasant dream and helped me through some frustrating days.
Now I am no longer a young mother. I have learned the identity of the sweet and kind woman. She was the spirit of my heavenly Father. As I grew in my spiritual maturity I realized there is always a happy place. It is when I allow myself to rest in my Father’s arms.
Matthew 11:28
My little frustration all grown up.
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I guess we all feel the highs and lows of being a young mother. This post was so well written, Onisha! I remember my son crying when he was just a baby. I had done everything I knew to get him to stop to no avail. Finally I sat on the floor in the middle of the room and started sobbing with him in my arms. When he heard ME cry, he stopped! :0)
Another time, when he was about 5, I lost it when he was acting out. I yelled at him, not only face-to-face, but nose-to-nose. For years afterwards, he would ask me, “Are you going to yell up my nose, Mom?” I STILL feel bad.
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I recall when I was a new mother and my baby was screaming and screaming and I abandoned her. I went out and sat on the front porch with the screen door open between us, but I couldn’t do it for long, in fact, I never actually abandoned her again. But the desperation was there many times along with the love. I’m glad we made it through together, and I’m glad you did too. P. S. maybe even if he didn’t read the blog your son has an idea of it being a daddy and all.
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