Regret Having Kids? Never! (Well, Maybe Sometimes…) TV Show Opportunity!
At the end of this post, you’ll see a link to a new TV show’s website. It’s called Lifechangers, and it’s with Dr. Drew Pinsky, and I’m writing this post because I was asked, by the show’s producers, to help them find a mom willing to come on the show and talk — honestly — about any regret they may feel about having children. What got me was not the “regret” part, but the “honesty” part. When it comes to parenting, both are hard to admit to.
I’ve been pretty stubborn, in my eight-and-three-quarters-years of being a parent, about being honest about the lows of motherhood. Seems to me there’s no shortage of people out there to trumpet the long list of what’s wonderful about being a mother, from the people who write the copy for Mother’s Day cards, to, well, just about anyone who’s ever had and fallen in love with their child.
But I like to champion the underdog positions, the flip side of the rainbows-and-unicorns part, as I did in this essay for American Baby that I wrote when my first son was a baby. Some moms, like me, have a hard time with infanthood’s endless and unrewarded demands; others tear their hair out over terrible twos/threes/fours; others will tell you that the schoolage years, or the tweens or teens, are the most challenging years — the times that the word “regret” might sneak, unbidden, into your consciousness.
The fact is that motherhood is hard as well as rewarding — I’m not covering any new ground by saying that, so feel free to let a big fat “duh!” out. But I do still maintain that true, unfiltered honesty about how that makes you feel remains in short supply. Take the newborn period, for example: we will, as moms, talk ruefully or ironically or with humor (and wine) about the crusty cereal bowls we find lurking near the couch, the unwashed-for-four-days hair, the shirts stained with breastmilk. Ruefulness, irony, humor: all these are helpful tactics. But when we’re laughing with friends, are we really being honest about how we feel — how we may sometimes have the idea, as I wrote in that essay, in the midst of sleep deprivation, of popping the screaming kid out onto the fire escape?
And when they’re older, when they’re tearing around the house or defying your every effort to civilize them or socialize them or just brush their dang teeth and get out of the house, are we really ever honest about the times we fantasize about putting them on the curb with a sign that reads: “Free to a Good Home”? Honest, I mean, about how those fantasies — which we know we’ll never, ever do — can co-exist with the times we look a them and our hearts are so full of love we can barely stand it?
Regret is a big word — and it’s scary. But be honest: did you ever regret having kids? Even momentarily?
So, as I wrote at the outset, Lifechangers is looking for a mom who’s at her wits’ end to come on the show and, by sharing her honest feelings of being overwhelmed by parenting, help others — and in turn get help herself from Dr. Pinsky.
If you are interested — or know someone who is (and we all do), contact the show through the link below — I’ll let the Lifechangers folks explain what they are looking for, here:
Do you love your kids but secretly regret having them? Have you turned into “momzilla” because your patience has run out? Do people tell you that your way of discipline is inappropriate? Are you scared that one day you might snap? Would you rather be out with the girls than at home with your kids? If so, tell us your story.
If you do end up filling out the online form, will you let me know, here in the comments section? Or even if you don’t, let’s talk, honestly: what was your worst, “I regret this…” moment as a mom?
Rebecca
August 9, 2011 @ 3:41 pm
Wow, you must have zoomed in on my brainwaves today. Motherhood (and I assume fatherhood?) is a thankless job. I don’t regret it but it challenges me daily. Today’s power struggle took an hour and fifty four minutes to resolve. The problem? What to wear to summer camp. She recovered by the time I dropped her off, and thank goodness I did drop her off. It has taken me all day and a pedicure to relax.
christine
August 9, 2011 @ 3:41 pm
Before we had kids our friends would just say to us, “you’re going to be tired,” and then they shared a little smile. Well, after we had our son I was determined never to lie to anyone about having kids. Marriage is tough, but we never fought until we had kids. Our fire escape moment was one of the first few days we were home. My son nursed every 45 minutes, not every 45 mins from when he finished but from when he started! It was 2 or 3am and we were leaning over our bed, changing him again and we actually voiced these words, “If no one EVER had to know (parents, friends, etc) I’d give him back.” Of course most of the time now I don’t feel that way. But there are moments…. I love reading your blog, it makes me feel less mean!
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Christina Baglivi Tinglof
August 9, 2011 @ 6:39 pm
I wouldn’t say “regret,” as when parenthood is good, it’s good. But when it’s bad, I just feel like grabbing the car keys and driving…..far, far away. It certainly isn’t as fun as the fantasy. I certainly appreciate my husband more than ever as he’s my rock. We can roll our eyes together at the insanity.
Lori
August 9, 2011 @ 9:53 pm
When my life is out of balance (it’s all about kids or husband’s work, no alone time), I feel like I have no life…and in those moments I marvel, “I gave up my freedom for this? Willingly?! I’m a reasonably smart person…how was I duped by the fantasy? What was I thinking???” When my life is in balance, I can weather the hard parts…tho it’s still 100x harder than I banked on.
Redhead
August 10, 2011 @ 1:14 am
I don’t know fully quite yet as I am expecting my first child October 9th, however one of the things that I am worried about is that being a parent will steal the joy of little things in my life. Tonight, for instance, my husband is out playing tennis and I am home watching a movie and just enjoying the moment. I’m not thinking about: bills, laundry, cleaning, errands I need to run, etc. I worry that I won’t have these moments anymore and that (selfishly) I am going to pine for them when my daughter arrives.
Elise
August 12, 2011 @ 8:45 am
I’m relatively new to reading here but thought I would be one of the brave. I would NEVER in a million years expose myself to being on “Lifechangers” but thought I would at least share here. I actually found Mean Mommy when I was trying to google whether being a mean mother would make your kids be more appreciative!
Recently, I had a conversation with my husband that brought me to tears. My oldest will be going off to college in just a couple weeks, my second is going into 12th grade and my youngest is going into 9th grade. My conversation with my husband was actually about regret. I feel as if I have been a really good mother and my husband feels that as well. I’ve made sacrifices and have been unselfish. I know my kids love me and MAYBE they appreciate me but they never show it. In fact, when something goes wrong in their life, they like to snap at me and blame me. With the three of them I feel as if I am being snapped at most of the time. I know that the standard reaction to this with parents is that, that is the way teenagers are. Well, I say, is it so bad to expect that once you come to the end of raising your kids that they will show a little appreciation? Why as mothers do we expect this as well as accept this treatment? What was the point of raising kids to be left with nothing? If I spend 18 years sacrificing, why wouldn’t I expect some appreciation? It seems as if many people believe that the sacrificing never comes to an end. If being unappreciated means I am unhappy, why would I choose this life? I never had any intention of living the life of Mother Theresa. On top of it all, when I’ve had these thoughts I end up feeling very lonely because “gasp” I must be an awful mother to think these things -other mothers never say these kinds of things out loud.
I do tend to blame myself for the fact that I did not teach my kids to show me their appreciation. I think it is hard to find support from other people on this issue as well since it never seems acceptable to say the word “regret”. Since I already feel guilty for my inadequacies, it’s all too easy for other mothers to jump at the opportunity to look at me with disapproving eyes. I think maybe it makes them feel better to think that at least they don’t feel these awful things that I feel. I never bring this subject up with my friends.
Right now I am trying to work on a couple of things. I am trying to change that I have expectations for how life should be, especially as far as having expectations for my relationship with my kids once they are adults. I’m trying to figure out my way to my own happiness. The other thing I am working on is trying to find a way to change the negative interactions with my kids. Trying to get them to realize I am not here to listen to them snap at me.
Do I regret having kids? Would I do it all over again? Truthfully, I am not sure. There have been tons of wonderful things I have experienced over the years. Some days it seems worth it and some days, not really. Over the years I have been that mother that thought having kids was the greatest thing of my life but sometimes I have wished that I didn’t have kids…I am curious to see how many others are brave as well and admit regrets or maybe all the other mothers out there really don’t have regrets and are continually in motherhood bliss…hmmm.
Caro
August 24, 2011 @ 8:59 pm
Dear Elise,
I think you will very soon experience positive changes with the things you say you are working on. Good for you! Any time our sense of value is dependent on another person/s, happiness can be very elusive. I also think your kids are still young and probably too immature to show the appreciation you crave. I predict it will come with time. Most people have to have their own experience of real adult life to appreciate everything that was given to them as kids. When I started paying bills, answering to a boss meaner than my mom :-), and confronting the realities of homeownership, marriage, and motherhood, is when the profound sense of everything my parents had done for me settled in. I didn’t think that I’d been taking them for granted before, but now I’m sure that I was. Now I show and tell my appreciation frequently and have apologized on a couple occasions for times I acted like a sh** when I was a kid. My mom gets this perplexed look on her face and says something like “I don’t remember that. You were a great kid!” So I guess my punishment for being a jerk is to remember all those times I was mean to my mom; her reward for being a good mom is that she remembers none of them.
Hang in there and keep doing things for yourself! The kids will still turn out fine if you sacrifice less.
jen
September 16, 2011 @ 6:00 pm
Thanks for this- I just read the essay you posted the link to, and I will admit to feeling absolutely the same, and even though I thought I was brutally honest about it on my blog, I’d still feel the need to tie up the ends of my posts with “but I still love him” or some s%^t when it absolutely wasn’t true. I hated my baby. I wanted to put him on the doorstep of the convent across the road. I regretted every minute of it. I hated what I’d done and couldn’t believe I’d screwed my life up so badly. Even now I feel dirty admitting it, especially as, right now, watching my son sit on his feet building railroad tracks across the room from me, he and his brother are the one thing in my life I can truly, TRULY say I would lay down my life for, and I love utterly to the core of my being.
I think the myth that motherhood is all wonderful and glowy is changing, slowly, slowly, especially via social media and mommybloggers who tell it like it is. Certainly I don’t gloss over my post partum depression. BUT. I very very rarely admit the regret and (finding it hard to even type it) loathing (see? I couldn’t write hate) I had for my newborn.
Ami
August 19, 2012 @ 10:24 pm
Thank you!!!! Your comment brought tears to my eyes. You’ve validated my own feelings and gave me strength to know it’ s normal to feel this way and that I’m not the only one! You also gave me encouragement to do the best I can as a mom and that we’re all humans. I think by validating one’s feelings, you can move on and figure out how to be a better mom, person, etc-it sound like you’re doing just that.