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Mum Captures the Essence of Parenthood with One Sentence: “Nothing’s Wrong, It’s Just Hard”

Mum Captures the Essence of Parenthood with One Sentence: “Nothing’s Wrong, It’s Just Hard”

While scrolling through my Facebook feed yesterday I came across a post by one of my favourite authors and all-round awesome person, Bunmi Laditan.

She described her normal daily routine — struggling to get her young family out of the house for the day while trying to keep her shit together, repeating the phrase “Nothing’s wrong, it’s just hard” like a sanity-restoring mantra.

I thought about it again and again throughout the day, as her words resonated with me during daily life with my own sometimes chaotic family.

Bunmi writes:

Nothing’s wrong, it’s just hard. “This is unbearable,” I think as I listen to my children bicker. It’s not yet dawn, but they’re awake and their belligerent voices are an assault on my still-sleeping senses. Nothing’s wrong, it’s just hard.

My youngest, his cute chubby face hidden by a raggedy stuffed bear, shakes his head furiously at the breakfast in front of him. I know he’s hungry. I sigh and turn to face the stack of soiled dishes I would have done last night had I not overdrawn on my energy reserves. Nothing’s wrong, it’s just hard.

My oldest two tear apart the laundry pile hunting for socks. Despite this being a daily occurrence, I have failed to organize myself and my home. Maybe today? Doubtful. I hurriedly pack lunches healthier than I ate as a child but somehow still not good enough by today’s standards. Is string cheese a protein? Nothing’s wrong, it’s just hard.

I put my coat over my pajamas and give my children a once over, making sure they look like they come from a home with a mother who cares. Close enough. If we don’t leave now, we’ll be late. Someone can’t find a shoe. My youngest can’t tear himself away from his shows. He’s eating now, too. Of course he is. Put it in a ziplock bag. My oldest is lost in worries over a test I wish I’d helped her prepare more for. My middle is lost in the angst of being the middle. Note to self: give her more attention (the positive kind). My keys no longer exist in this dimension. Nothing’s wrong, it’s just hard.

Eventually, we all get where we need to go and I’m sipping a warm, sweet drink purchased like a prayer at a drive-thru. The day got going and all it cost me were a few gray hairs. Nothing’s wrong, it’s just hard.

Motherhood and life, two dishes messy enough on their own but when combined form a savoury, chunky stew: thick, and bubbling with potatoes, carrots, herbs, and chunks of tender meat in seasoned gravy. To be eaten at room temperature. With someone in your lap begging for bites, neck outstretched like the sweetest of baby birds.

Nothing’s wrong, it’s just hard.

She has absolutely nailed the overwhelming nature of parenting in one sentence. Got it in one. Who hasn’t had a morning like this?

Do Bunmi’s words ring true for you as well?


Source: Facebook/Bunmi Laditan

Jill Slater

Jill Slater

Jill is a busy wife and mother of four young children. She loves nothing more than making people giggle, and loves to settle in with a glass of wine (or four) and wander about the internet. Feel free to follow her to see all the cool stuff she finds!

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