I think everyone is somewhat familiar with the painter, Claude Monet. He has several paintings that I think most everyone recognizes. His paintings look very put together from far away but as you get closer you can easily see that they are kind of a mess. There really aren't any crisp lines like you might have thought when looking at a distance.
I am a Monet.
There is a fellow mom at Caleb's school that often comments on the fact that I always seem "so put together" in the mornings when I drop him off. She points out that not only do I have make-up on but that I even managed to get some earrings in my ears. Like my morning meeting with "Cover Girl" and "Maybelline" must mean that I've got it all together. Well, I don't have it all together. I will admit that I have had a rough few weeks, really since Caleb has started Kindergarten. I can't quite put my finger on what it is that is causing me such stress but it is there, it is very present. I think I work very hard on the things that I can control, because there is so much that I have absolutely no control over. And it drives me crazy.
I think at first glance, maybe if you don't know me well, it appears that I've got it together. I have people tell me all the time that I am doing such a great job with Caleb, and that they can't imagine how I do all the things I do, and that they could never manage all the things that must be managed in order to keep Caleb healthy. They say that I am such a great mom. Well, I'll tell you that I don't feel like such a great mom most days. I feel like I fail all the time. I question myself constantly. Did Caleb and Benjamin get enough of my time today? Did I hug them and kiss them enough today? Am I doing enough to help Caleb be as strong and as independent as he can be? Why wasn't I more patient today? And the list goes on and on...
Can I just admit that I worry constantly. I worry about everything. I have been in a constant state of worry since Caleb started Kindergarten. I cry at least twice a week over it. He brings home incomplete work because he isn't finishing it at school. This concerns me because Caleb is a pretty compliant kid (at least for other people), I can't imagine him just flat out refusing to do his work at school. So I wonder why isn't he finishing it? I worry that he spends all of recess playing in the wood chips. I worry that he feels left out in P.E. because there are things that he just can't do. Again the list goes on and on...
And those are just the things that I am worrying about right now. That list doesn't include all the worries I have for Caleb's future. Good grief, if I let myself think about all the "What if's?" I would probably go insane.
I worry about Benjamin too. People always comment on how small he is so that makes me worry that he isn't growing or something. Why is he so small? I know this is absolutely ridiculous, and I probably sound like a crazy person. But I'm being honest.
So, I'm trying to take a deep breath. Why am I stressing out over Kindergarten? It's just Kindergarten. And yes, Benjamin is small but he was also a preemie and I am only 5 foot 3 inches so the kid may just take after me!
So for any of you that think "Man, that Cassie has it all together." Know now that I do not. Just look closely. I am an absolute mess sometimes. I am a Monet.
And just maybe there are some other Monet's out there too!