On Teams of One

The doctors look us in the face and they hand us these helpless little humans. And they send us home. It’s never seemed quite right to me. Like…there has to be room for us to live here in the hospital for a few years…right? I mean, there’s food, bathrooms, medical care…TV? Come on, Man.

Our children are never out of danger medically. Even if that magical newborn screen comes back clean. And they’ve got all their fingers and toes. You’re never out of the woods on this one. Their safety is always in question. Accidents and injuries looming everywhere. Forever. Throw in a chronic illness or two and it’s a once nightmare come true.

In those moments of quiet, and those times of peace and rest in the midst of chaos, you think about all those other things. There’s no way around it. It doesn’t stop. You get them to sleep, which was the big problem of the day. Now solved. It’s silent. And you look in their face. Watch them breathe for a bit. It might pass quickly. Maybe you run to something else you needed to do instead. And you don’t take that time. Or maybe you wait. Maybe you see them. Safe. Healthy. Carefree. Momentarily at peace. And start wondering exactly what the hell it is you’re going to do.

I love babies. But, truth, I only miss one thing about those days. It’s the last time in your life, or theirs, that you don’t have to see them hurt. By you. By someone else. It’s the last time you don’t have to teach them social structure or graces. How to be kind. How to be forgiving. It’s the last time they aren’t taking on emotional damage from heartbreak. Of any kind. From anyone. There’s no navigation of bullies or reasoning your way through the pain or fucked logic of ‘friendships’ with them. There’s no explaining the whys of people doing what they do. There’s no excuses that need to be made for why people act the way they do. Or say what they say. It’s just freedom to love them. Protect them. And make them happy. Their world begins and ends with you. It’s a lot of pressure. But I miss it like nothing else.

It’s the last time you ever have full control over someone’s happiness. And it’s the last time they have to put their happiness solely in the hands of another. And the last time for all of it to be okay.

Because then we get here. Then we’re grown people with histories. Working through it alone. Trying to have faith in promises. Faith in ourselves. Pleading to be loved. Learning how to love. Taking on damage. Crying. The baggage mounting up. Getting hurt time and again. Hurting others. Trying again. Making friends and losing them. Learning confidence in the battle. Learning us. Reasoning through and making excuses for others. And ourselves. Combatting each others scars and suspicions. Playing those games of volleying doubt and trust with one another. Being afraid. Constantly. With no one to walk us through it. No one to explain it to us. No one to help us weather those inevitable pains. Doing it alone. Because it isn’t okay anymore to put your happiness in the hands of someone else. And because you can never control the happiness of another. You are on your own now. We are all on our own.

It never ends. There is nobody to look to to make it better. There is nothing you can do to make it better for anyone else. Not anymore. So. Yep. I do miss those days. For them. And for me.


7 thoughts on “On Teams of One

  1. I had a conversation with my daughter yesterday about her dad. Trying to help her navigate the world of his manipulative ways without imparting my own bias about how he is…..I don’t know how to do that. Protect her, teach her to stand up for herself at 13 when I couldn’t do it until almost 30, and still learning….trying to let her figure it out. It’s so damn hard.
    Even harder to live a life of example for her when things are never “cut and dried”. Trying to get her to not put up with things I put up with on the daily….because in many ways, it’s too late for me to change certain things….
    Ugh. Parenting is just SO damn hard.


    1. Absolutely. It’s nearly impossible to get our kids through these types of things *without* bias….because we are biased adults. I have to bite my tongue a lot. With an experience based opinion on every last thing…

      It’s hard to show them the way through things we haven’t even figured out.


  2. Mine are grown and old now themselves but I still agree with you. They send them home with us too soon and never question if we know what the hell we are doing. Where the heck is the handbook. My mother said do it this way and the mother-in-law said do it that way. I just went by what felt right at the moment. NO ONE knows what they are doing! You can see it out there.

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    1. Haha, good point! It really is obvious that none of us should have been allowed to leave with our kids 😂😂😂

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  3. What a beautiful piece. This really touched me. I love this quote in particular:
    “Their world begins and ends with you. It’s a lot of pressure. But I miss it like nothing else.”
    I miss those days more than I care to admit, but after 16 years of being the responsible parent, I am also tired of it and can’t help but look to the future when I might get a life back. Sounds terrible? Maybe, but I’m sure a lot of parents think it, especially those doing it all alone as I am. Thanks for sharing. I am enjoying your writing and your honesty.


    1. Aw thank you so much for reading and adding to this one!! It’s very close to my heart. And no that doesnt sound terrible at all. Ive been primary caretaker of mine for 2 years only and Im emotionally exhausted from it already. I have a 6 and near 16 year old so I live with one who’s ready to head out on her own, but realize Im still nowhere near getting a break. For years and years. So its a Catch 22 emotion that I definitely understand! 😣


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