Hey, all! My name is Kristin Smysniuk and I am over the moon to be part of the Mommy Blogger community. I am a mom to three beautiful boys who work to teach me lessons and keep me humble each and every day. Bennett is 9, Sawyer is 6 and Elliot is 4! I have been married to my husband, Tynan, for 11 years and am a fifth grade teacher with Saskatoon Public Schools.
Who do you lean on when this whole “parenting gig’ gets too hard? Yes, yes … I know. The correct answer should be us happily reciting “my spouse” but let’s tell it like it is, shall we? He is usually part of the reason we are stressed, no? #hardtruths
But seriously, do you have a squad? A partner in crime? A person that you can pour out all the ugly too when life feels a bit too overwhelming? My hope is that you do. Because we need them. As mothers, as women, we need them.
Let’s get down to the nitty gritty of my life, shall we?
I have three boys aged 10 and under and I am being completely and utterly honest with you when I say that 98.7% of the time our life is chaos. I’m not saying that for effect or for dramatics. I am saying it because it is the truth. Our life is chaos.
There is always someone crying.
There is always someone disappointed.
There is always someone hurt.
There is always someone feeling extremely hard done by.
But enough about me … haha.
I am always failing someone (in their eyes anyway).
I am always comforting someone.
I am always pleading with someone to do one of the things I have asked. JUST ONE!
I am always nursing someone back to health.
The three of them can never ALL get along.
The three of them can not make it one hour without arguing.
The three of them can not play the simplest of games without making it full body contact.
The three of them can scheme, plot and plan better than anyone I know.
My days consist of putting out fires, feeding growing children, replacing things that are destroyed, and buying new clothes because nothing ever fits.
This is my life. And while it can sound witty on a piece of paper and I can make light of it all over one too many paralyzers on a Wednesday … err … Friday night, it can all be very overwhelming.
Tied up in all of this chaos is a constant state of wondering if I am failing this whole gig I’ve been gifted. I have looked in the mirror more times than I can count, wondering which topic will be the one that lands us on Dr. Phil in 10 years.
I’ve shed tears, I’ve locked myself in the bathroom for peace, and I have struggled. And if I had to do any of this without my squad, I don’t know how I would be able to put one foot in front of the other. I don’t know how, in all the overwhelm, I would get up and try it again knowing full well that the same result is likely to occur.
Without my people, I can’t image what my days would look and feel like.
They make me a better mother by reminding me of who I am outside of parenting. They make me a better mother by reminding me that I am not alone. They make me a better mother by carving out space for me to laugh, cry and recuperate. They make me a better mother by offering to lift me up and carry me through the hard parts.
They make me a better mother by loving me through it.
They say it takes a village to raise a child and I agree. I think the village is there for the mother when she needs them – and because they are there for her – she is there for her children.
I love my village and am grateful for them every day. I am the mother I am because of them.
Hold tight to your villages ladies … they are the light at the end of your tunnel.