Why being a Parent is NOT like running a Marathon.

So you wake up one day and think “You know what? I’m going to be a mother/father. I know it’s going to take a tremendous amount of training, non-ending exercise of patience and long hours of grueling commitment, but hey, I will post all my milestones on Facebook, everyone will know I’m slowly but surely reaching my goals and when the BIG DAY comes, I and everyone else will know that I proudly crossed the finished line.” Plus, I’ll get a t-shirt.

If we could only approach parenthood with the same methodology that many of us approach athletic challenges such as marathons, many of us would be faring much better and instead of constantly stressing our adrenal system we would actually be pacing ourselves amongst the many milestones that being a mother or father affords.

The main problem is this: Many of us simply stumble into parenthood. Wake up a decade later and stupidly exclaim as others skeptically eye our large brood, “Wow, I AM fertile/virile, aren’t I?” But hey, maybe that’s just me.

Though as a caveat, I do understand that many of us take much pride in approaching parenthood more like a 5k, being smart enough to know that we’re definitely not cut out for the long haul, therefore taking the appropriate measures to limit our family size to 0-2: please know that I’m just addressing those of us who woke up this morning and marveled at the fact that our life now mainly consists of haphazard attempts at parental sanity.

I’m not great at lists, but I’m going to give it a go.

Why being a Parent is NOT like running a Marathon.

1. Sometimes there is no way to measure our progression toward success. (Very scary for those of us who need to feel like we’re in control of at least a somewhat predictable destiny)
2. More often than not, we’re simply ashamed of the fact that being a “parent in training” is actually just kicking our butt. i.e. it’s not semi-cool to brag about the fact that we JUST came in short of the mark on our daily training routine this time. “Oh man, I was almost a great parent today. The only thing I forgot to pack my kid for lunch was their lunch. And we were only FIVE minutes late to school this morning.”
3. There is no “big day” to obsessively focus on so that we can keep our eye on the goal. (Yes. There is the infamous graduation day (12 years away) and that elusive hope that someday our child will become all the things we never were…but hard to put an exact date on that)
4. No one is standing on the sidelines with water or a cool towel to congratulate us on a job well done because there is NO FINISH LINE.
5. Sweating parenthood is just never attractive. People will eventually figure out we’re not actually training for that “big day.”

Preparing for a marathon can be quite a risky proposition (and I would know because I have FB friends who’ve done it). There is the chance that you might not ever reach your goal. But at least you HAVE a goal. There is the chance that you may face serious injury. But at least others will revel at your undying commitment to accomplish something big. Once you’ve marked “finishing a marathon” off your list, you can pretty much leave it in the past and brag about it when necessary. But lifelong passion and discipline for running is a choice, NOT an obligation.

Parenthood requires this lifetime herculean effort to accomplish something big, but that something big in the day-in, day-out of it, can be quite elusive. It’s like we’re in basic training with someone spitting in our face–yelling at us to keep going, keep training, but there’s no promise of graduation at the end of 10 weeks. And it happens over and over again, year after year.

I know there are some parents who have successfully broken parenthood into manageable, bite sized pieces and they meticulously build their life around each milestone/goal.

But for me, being a mother is more like a work of art. I’m always obsessing over the final touch. I’m lucky if I’m inspired to add anything at all on some days. Sometimes, I very literally want to tear up the atrocity I’ve created and start over–with a clean slate. Surely, I’ll do better next time…I will have learned from my past mistakes and I’ll finally create a prized piece of artistry that everyone will recognize as noteworthy up against the greatest parents of all time.

Then I wake up and realize, I’m not Vincent van Gogh and never will be. I’m just a mother who wants to be someone I’m not. I will never win a marathon. I’m just running. Most days, my effort will never elicit tangible recognition.

Whether you’re the obscure father running a race you could never possibly intend to win or the artistically frustrated mom trying to draw as little attention as possible to your “work of art,” let’s remember we’re all in this together. Seeing parenthood as the chagrin to a society where “other” productivity trumps it all, is our first mistake.

We need you. Populating the planet and parenting the population is still an essential piece of what makes the world go ’round. If everyone stopped having children right now and the youngest children alive had just been born, the human population would cease to exist in just 84 years, assuming the average life span. So, at best, we’d be looking at a century, then that long coveted silence. Now, There’s a finish line for you.

Newsflash:  You’re NOT running a marathon. Cut yourself some slack.  You’re populating planet earth. Who cares if there’s life on the MOON.

Earth is winning and YOU are on the team!

~Happy parenting!

8 Comments Add yours

  1. activedutyloans says:

    Ha! Love it…. We have found our true calling – Re-populate the earth! (Somebody’s gotta do it you know… Because the national birth rate keeps falling.)

    1. godanalytics says:

      Would love to hear more about that falling birth rate on your blog. 🙂

  2. Excellent post. Very good advice. My youngest is now fifteen but I realized that parenting is never done, not even when they leave the nest. Sometimes it is harder when they do leave and you realize your still responsible for them to some extent and how horrible is that. What gives me some comfort is remembering my own parents. They were terrible and yet they were good. They didn’t give up on me, they stuck it out. I don’t think my father ever got to the point where he was proud of me – I was just too weird for him. But he stuck to it and did the best he could and I am really really grateful for that. Your children will be grateful for you too.

    1. godanalytics says:

      Thank you for being real! I hope that my children are able to reconcile the terrible with the good as you have. With 4 children, already at such a young age, I can tell how they are so different. They are all weird to me in the way that each of them have personality traits that seem so foreign to my own personality. It’s like a miracle and a trial all in the same breath. It is hard to appreciate all of the fine shades that make up the children we raise, especially when we are still trying to figure out ourselves. Thank you for sharing!

  3. Angie Pesich says:

    Vey interesting insights. As a parent of 2 grown daughters, successful, independent young women. I sometimes feel like, Yea!!! I’ve succeeded as a parent. Then the phone will ring and when I answer, I hear a frantic “Mom! I don’t know what to do!” As I hear the tears flowing, I realize that no matter how old your children are, the job of being a parent keeps right on going. I’m glad for that!

    1. godanalytics says:

      Angie, your daughters are so blessed to have your listening ear and attentive heart. I suppose for some, they resist the idea that the job of being a parent keeps on going. So, again, your daughters are blessed to have you. I’m thankful my mom keeps on going above and beyond to be there for me.

  4. Hoyt says:

    We can be successful at parenting. It all depends on how we measure success of course! Great piece, enjoyed reading!

    1. godanalytics says:

      Thank you, dad! Yes. “The Measure of our Parental Success” could be another post! 🙂

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