“Is It Hard To Be A Mom?”

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The oatmeal threatens to bubble over the edge of the saucepan, the lid clanging loudly as the steamy mixture pushes against it. I stop mid-shmear and turn the flame down to low. I hate cleaning goopy, half-cooked oatmeal mixture off the burner.

I catch the faintest whiff of smoke and turn toward the pancakes just in time to see the edges char to a crisp. All those chocolate chips gone to waste. I scrape the remains into the trash and start again even though we’re already running out of time.

The goal is to get everyone out the door by 8 a.m. I resume shmearing the cream cheese. Four brown lunch bags stand smartly on the counter in front of me, eagerly awaiting their contents. They remind me of Hanukkah candles just before they’re lit — neat and upright, promising magic and surprise. In go four bright orange tangerines. I wonder if anyone will eat them today.

The middle two are already arguing — it’s barely 7:30 a.m. — and I sigh loudly, trying to drown out their not-so-benign insults and petty complaints about who did what to whom and who started it. Their bickering competes with the day’s list of appointments, meetings, errands and carpools I’m going over in my mind. Is the orthodontist today or tomorrow? Must check.

“Mom,” he taps me on the hip. I spin around so quickly that a tiny glob of cream cheese lands in his hair.

“Yes, what? Do you want more cereal? Will you eat this hard-boiled egg? Do you want some milk?”

“Oh no, no thanks. I’m done,” he says as he drops his plate next to the sink. “In the sink. Can you put it in the sink?” I interrupt him again.

There’s a loud clank as he all but throws it into the sink. “Okay. Mom?” I reach down to pick the cream cheese out of his hair. “Is it hard to be a mom?”

His brown eyes are wide and serious. Such a big question for a 7-year-old to wonder about.

Is it hard to be a mom?

It’s not easy to coordinate everyone’s schedules and carpools and favorite foods. It seems like the fridge needs to be filled every other day, and I worry that my 13-year-old doesn’t eat enough. That’s hard.

I can’t seem to get a handle on who needs to be where when, even though I’ve been doing this for over 15 years, and it’s never been more glaringly obvious than it is now that there’s only one of me and four of them, and all of us have different needs in any given day. And I am the one mostly responsible for meeting those needs. That’s hard.

I recently watched my little guy collide headfirst with a teammate at rugby practice, and heard a bone crack when his brother stopped a soccer ball with his arm. That’s hard. Bee stings, ear infections, broken teeth, headaches … whenever my kids are in pain and discomfort, it’s always hard.

My daughter auditioned for a play and didn’t get the part. My oldest son wasn’t selected to play in the football final. A “C” on the science test even though he studied all afternoon. And it’s always hard to explain that sometimes not everyone is invited to the birthday party and this time it was him.

I think of the Hanukkah candles we will light soon. The desperate search so many thousands of years ago for oil to keep the flame burning in the temple. How that oil, that tiny amount of oil they hoped would maybe keep the candles burning for one night, miraculously lasted eight, and so now we light the candles for eight beautiful nights and remember the struggle and the miracle that came from that struggle. Because anything worth doing is hard, and worth struggling for. Like being a mom.

The oatmeal is cooked, the pancakes are delicious, and I manage to remove all the cream cheese from his hair. I cup his small face with my hands and look straight into his eyes. He’s still waiting for an answer.

“Yes, sometimes it’s hard to be a mom,” I say with a smile. I bend down and kiss him on his forehead. “But it’s not hard to be your mom.”

Happy Hanukkah.

This post first appeared on j. the Jewish news weekly of Northern California.

75 thoughts on ““Is It Hard To Be A Mom?””

  3. Nicely written piece, Nicki. You bring it to a sweet closure. Nice mix of specific details and larger meaning. And you clearly show readers, especially single men if they read it, the reality of mothering four children plus a household.

    Best wishes,
    Dennis Briskin

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  9. You posted this a while ago, but I felt compelled to respond. I have been doing the “professional mom” thing for about seven years now… as a father. After 12 years as a military policeman, I can say you are spot-on with is post! I like your writing style, it’s fun and easy to read but not “simple.” Thank you for sharing!

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  25. he drops his plate next to the sink. “In the sink. Can you put it in the sink?” I interrupt him again.
    There’s a loud clank as he all but throws it into the sink.”

    You described every single meal at my house. And I live in India. Interesting, huh?

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  31. Really beautiful.really sweet too.it may be hard to be a mom at times,but when you think of all the love your child gives you,and the content they bring into your life,you just can’t help but smile and be grateful

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  38. Sounds wonderful – the oatmeal, the pancakes, the mess, and the wonderful bunch of kids all depending on you. I have only one child, who is now 14, and I will never be able to have any more… I’ve always dreamed of having a big family with a bunch of little ones all looking up to me, depending upon me. You are blessed! Love your little blessings and hold them close to your heart. Thank God for them every day.

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  39. What about the dad… In the last decade, only few credits have been given to fathers who works hard to sustain their families. It’s became taboo. And Hollywood and late newpapers mostly paint mothers as heroes but fathers who can’t afford their families daily life as losers. Remember everything works both side. Good day.

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  47. It is hard being a mom, easier to sympathise and much harder to empathise unless you’re one!
    Very well written, I could totally visualise how you managed to clean up the stove! 🙂

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