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Raising Kids Without My Mom Is Much Harder Than I Thought

It’s a long winter afternoon, and I
have nowhere to be.

I bundle up and, despite the hassle
of going anywhere with a toddler and a baby, we head out to the mall – it has a
free children’s play area.

Nothing fancy, but it does the trick.

I
expect to see a bunch of other mothers, also trying to escape a bit of boredom.

This
is New England, and the winters are long.

I
find my spot on the bench and try to get comfortable.

Immediately,
my eyes fall on a woman about my age.

Walking alongside her is her own mother – the relationship is unmistakable.

HER MOTHER IS PUSHING ALONG THE STROLLER, COOING AT HER GRANDSON.

Grandson And Grandmother

A three-year-old
plods along beside them.

“I’m
just going to run into Macy’s, I’ll be right back.”

“Go
ahead, I’ll watch the kids.”

The
woman walks off, alone, for a few minutes.

She’ll
be back soon, and anyway, her mother loves time with the grandkids.

She’ll
get a kick of watching the 3-year-old go up and down the tiny plastic slide.

After the play space, maybe they’ll
do a little more shopping and grab lunch at the Food Court. Mostly, they’ll
talk.

It’s
a common scene.

Hardly
notable.

But it makes a lump rise up in my throat.

I USED TO DO THIS SORT OF THING WITH MY OWN MOM, BEFORE SHE GOT TOO SICK.

The pain of raising my kids without my mother startles me, sometimes.

I’m
surprised, not infrequently, that I can just be going about my day and then
suddenly my loss hits me with a force that I’m not braced to handle.

It can hit at any time, and nobody walks around expecting a body blow
while they’re in line at the grocery store.

But it
comes when it wants to, and that’s as true now, almost 4 years after her death,
as it was the first year.

The blows are more spaced out, but oh do they come.

RAISING KIDS WITHOUT MY MOTHER IS MUCH, MUCH HARDER THAN I THOUGHT.

Mother With Son And Grandma

It’s like
driving without a GPS.

You think you know the way, kind of, and then as you get deeper into the
route you realize you may be veering off a bit, and there’s no way to check in
with the person who could get you back on track the quickest.

It’s hard to go to the mall, or the play space,
or soccer, or anywhere really and see all of the small kids out with
their grandmothers.

You know your mom would be there, in a heartbeat.

She would be beaming with pride at your kids.

They’re her kids too, after all.

You
see the connection these children and their grandmothers have, and you want
that, more than anything, for your own mother and your own children.

My oldest child had it, for just over two years.

IT WASN’T LONG ENOUGH.

Grandmother and Grandson

Sometimes
the loss is not an emotional blow, but a practical one: you see that your
friends are able to run out and do a quick errand, because grandma is around to
watch the kids for 20 minutes.

It’s
hard not to feel jealous when people casually take their own mothers for
granted.

They
rely on help that you could only dream of having.

They
don’t totally understand how good they really have it.

I
want to tell them, trust me, this is a luxury.

You
won’t always have this, so at least understand what it is you’ve got.

And it’s hard not to envy the friends who can go to their own moms to ask what they themselves were like at age 5, or 9 or 12 – is that why their own daughter is acting this way, now? What can I expect, here?

WITHOUT THE PRIMARY FAMILY HISTORIAN, IT CAN BE HARD TO GET YOUR BEARINGS.

Your
dad is great, but he doesn’t keep the family records.

Not
like this.

The
details – the smallest things about family life – lived with your mom, and most
of them died along with her too.

There
are things that are simply too far back in your own childhood for you to be
able to access, now.

It turns out those things matter to
you, a lot, as you attempt to navigate raising your own young children.

Was I a picky eater at two? Was I an
emotional kid? Unreasonable? Did I whine a lot? Did we really have as much
freedom as I felt like we did? How did you manage to keep our clothes all
ironed? What was it like when Dad had work trips out of town – were those hard
on you?

They didn’t seem hard – but then
again, I was only a kid.

What did I know about what was going on.

YOU WANT TO KNOW SO MUCH THAT ONLY YOUR MOM COULD TELL YOU.

Grandma With Family

You want
to know these things more – much more – now that you have kids of your own.

You need them, in a way, to make sense of your current experiences – to
be able to put your children into a larger, understandable, context.

The
answers would help you, now.

They would help a lot.

If your
mom is still alive, ask her all the questions you can about your own childhood,
and about hers.

The family history becomes ever more precious when you don’t have access
to it anymore.

The truth is, motherhood is
confusing.

Being an
adult is hard.

You didn’t know this as a kid.

How could you?

And taking on the role of being a mother without your own mother there as a guide is, more often than I’d hoped, devastating in a day-to-day we all buck up and do this because we have no other choice type of way.

SOMETIMES, LIKE WHEN YOU’RE SICK YOURSELF, YOU JUST WANT A HUG.

In these
moments the family history you miss isn’t in the stories, it’s in the touch.

The cellular-level memories of a cool hand on a fevered forehead.

It’s the
touch you miss.

It’s the stories you miss.

It’s the trips to the mall.

It’s knowing what she’s missing, and what your kids are missing, even as
they don’t realize it.

A
grandmother to cheer them on at soccer.

Someone
to step in and hold the baby so you can get a little rest.

The
person who could tell you what it was like when you were little, so that you
might better understand how to raise your own little ones.

A
cool hand on a fevered brow.

This post was written by Liz Faria and originally published on her site A Mothership Down. For more of her work, follow her on Facebook and Instagram.

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