If there is a competition over who’s busiest and most important, I lose. Here is my concession speech.

Alright, I won’t rehash what I wrote yesterday.

I entered into the octagon and found myself in a Parenting Death Match. The “who has it harder, whose job is tougher, who’s busier, who’s more important, who sleeps less, eats less, has less downtime, and less fun” competition. The “whose life is more miserable, because a miserable life is more important and compelling than a joyous one” contest.

That thing where we see who can beat their chest and play their violin the loudest.

That thing. That thing where we argue about whether dads have it tougher than moms, or moms have it tougher than dads, or Stay at Home moms have it tougher than working moms, or parents have it tougher than non-parents, or I have it tougher than you, or he than her, or her than him, or my dog than your dog, etc, etc, and so forth.

Honest to God, I only wanted to suggest that we all have our struggles, and nobody can measure the struggle of another or proclaim theirs to be The Greatest Struggle or The Toughest Existence. Harmony — especially between husbands and wives — is the answer. That’s what I wanted to say. That’s what I wanted you to take from it.

But maybe I didn’t communicate that message well. Or maybe people purposely twisted my words. Or maybe a combination of both. Maybe I shouldn’t have tied the message to a commentary about a greeting card commercial, because the message was relevant regardless of any commercial.

Maybe.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter now.

I’m putting all of that aside. What I want to do is cede defeat. I’m going to declare myself a loser of a game that I’m not sure I ever wanted to play. I’ve written about parenting many times, and every time I end up in this battle, so it’s my fault.

Here’s the truth: I can’t speak for any other parent, mom or dad, but I can tell you that my life is not the most challenging, the most important, the most hectic, the busiest, the most demanding, or the most tiring. My life is somewhere in the middle, I imagine. My life, my parenting, is likely in the realm of mediocrity.

I’m sharing this with you because I’m tired of the contest, of the competitive suffering, of the need we feel to portray our lives in a way that somehow makes other lives pale in the spotlight we’ve shone on ourselves.

So let me tell you about being a parent. This isn’t the universal story of Being a Parent, but the small little story of Matt Walsh Being a Parent.

Here is what comes to mind:

I think first of the joy.

You don’t hear about the joy of parenting very often. It’s like we take it as an insult if someone accuses us of enjoying ourselves. But I do feel a great joy. I don’t know that it’s The Greatest Joy Anyone Has Ever Felt, but it’s my greatest joy. It probably isn’t The Greatest Anyone Has Ever Felt, because our ability to experience true joy depends on our ability to fight off our selfishness and insecurities, and enter into something bigger than ourselves. I am too weak and selfish to enter Joy with the fullness that a better man or woman might — parent or non-parent — so my Joy is fainter, but it’s mine, and it’s real.

I can’t describe it exactly. It’s something beyond happiness. Happiness, for me, is a nice afternoon. Football on a Sunday. A cookout. Music. Bacon cheeseburgers.

Joy is in the same waters, but deeper. It’s my wife, my daughter, my son. It’s the wholeness that I find with them. The completion. The newness of it, the familiarity of it, the love, the hope, the excitement. The realization that I am where I belong, and whatever brought me to this point was worth the price, and wherever we’re going is worth the trouble. That’s Joy, to me. That’s parenting.

Joy is this picture of my daughter:

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And this of my son:

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That’s joy. Whatever hardships they might bring into my life, it could never be so hard as to rob me of it, unless I allow myself to be robbed of it.

I know there are people living and feeling none of these things. Feeling isolated and alone, like their existence is futile and random. These people — whoever they are, and whatever they ‘do for a living’ — have a tougher life than me, and the basic job of existing is harder for them.

I think of the sacrifice.

I don’t believe that I’ve made The Most Sacrifices Anyone Has Ever Made For Anything, and certainly plenty of soldiers and firefighters have given more for their cause than I have for mine.

I’ve sacrificed some free time, some money, some space in my house, though I was only wasting those things before, so the net loss is minimal. I’ve given up sleep and relaxation, though not completely, or anywhere near completely. I’m sure plenty of people without kids sleep less and relax less than I do. I don’t think my ability to sleep and relax reflects one way or another on my worthiness as a human being or a parent. Maybe some parents hardly sleep at all, for years at a time, and maybe some never relax at all, for decades on end, but that hasn’t been my experience so far.

I’ve sacrificed some peace of mind, but, to be honest, I’ve never had very much of that anyway.  I don’t know that I worry more now, but I do worry more about other people — my wife and kids — and so I think I’ve actually improved in the worrying department.

I’d believe it if you told me that you don’t have kids yet you have more worries than me. You could be a cancer patient, for all I know. You could live in a third world country. You could have a dying parent. You could be homeless or starving. You could live a normal life on the surface, but be plagued with doubt and anxiety beneath it.

I think of the physical and emotional toll.

Parenting can be a physical strain. It’s a bigger strain for my wife — who bore the pregnancy, birthed the twins, and now spends more time carrying them around throughout the day — but it can be exhausting for me, too.

I’m quite sure there are people who have more demanded of them physically. I’ve never worked as a brick layer, or a roofer, or a commercial fisherman, or a farmer, but I’d bet they’re more worn and weary than I am at the end of the day. Sure, their jobs ‘end,’ but the physical intensity of working a construction site in July is far beyond anything I’ve personally gone through as a parent.

The emotion that this work, the work of parenting, brings out of me can be confusing and conflicting. There are high highs and low lows, but the highs are higher than the lows are low, if that makes any sense at all. In the end, I am a human, and so I experience emotions on a spectrum. If I want to rise to the peaks of Joy that parenting offers me, I have to accept the risk that I’ll sometimes fall into the valleys of misery which exist in the same plane as the joys.

As for the misery of it, I don’t think I’ve been More Miserable Than Anyone, parent or non-parent. I certainly hope I haven’t, and hope that I never am. I know a man who used to work forensics in the inner city. He saw things I couldn’t fathom, experienced a misery I can’t understand, and all without, really, any of the fun and happiness of parenting. Just bleak and grey, death and murder. I don’t know that he was a parent at this point in his life, but he surely suffered more than I have, personally.

I think of the responsibilities.

I feel the profound weight of responsibility, more than I have at any other point in my life. I doubt that I have The Most Responsibilities In The World, and if you told me that you aren’t a parent but you have more responsibilities, I’d believe you. You could be a surgeon or a Head of State, for all I know. You could be a general, trusted with the lives of many men on the field of battle.

I don’t know where I rank on the list, but it doesn’t matter. My responsibilities are mine, they’ve been given to me, so they are everything. I know my wife feels the weight in an enormous way, though in a different way. She is with the kids every day, all day, most of the time. I’m not, but I know that I have to provide for my family. I know that it falls on me to keep a roof over their heads and clothes on their back. I know that if I fail, I will drag my children and my wife down with me, and that fact is very present in my mind, all of the time.

When I’m not working to earn a living for us, I’m helping around the house. Cleaning dishes, changing diapers, whatever needs to be done. I’m sure I do more than some dads, but less than others. I could be better, more helpful, and I know that.

All of these things, for me, are secondary. The greatest responsibility, the heaviest burden that I carry, that my wife carries, is the duty to help our children be virtuous and godly. We’re merely laying the groundwork now, and I suppose that foundation won’t be tested until our kids reach the age of reason and start choosing to do right for the sake of what is right, or wrong for the sake of their own selfishness.

I know that my job and my wife’s job, more than anything, above everything, more important than paying the bills or teaching them the ABC’s, is to put them on a path towards heaven. God gave them to me — to us — and said, “Here, now bring them Home.” If we can feed them organic food and get them involved in a lot of healthy outdoor activities along the way, great. But none of that matters — it’s all for nothing — if we fail in our First Duty.

The only time I will speak for other parents is now, to say that all parents who love their children want them to be virtuous, because that is the nature of love. I can also say that there is no greater responsibility in the universe than this — when the fate of another human being’s soul is entrusted to you, at least to some degree.

This is parenting to me.

This is me, the parent.

It’s a very middling tale, I realize. When the awards are given to the busiest, the most stressed, the happiest, the saddest, the most important, the most perfect, the most responsible, my name will not be called. I’m sure of this, so sure that I haven’t even written an acceptance speech.

Take this as my white flag. No need to email me anymore to defend your title of Most Active and Most Essential. You win. I can’t compete.

I don’t want to anymore. I don’t think we should. I don’t think it’s healthy. I don’t think it matters.

Ours lives are to be lived, not endlessly compared and ranked against the projected lives of those around us.

At least that’s how it seems to this average guy.

 

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223 Responses to If there is a competition over who’s busiest and most important, I lose. Here is my concession speech.

  1. Sean says:

    Redefining the meaning of family involves encouraging couples to be in competition. Forget abortion for just a moment, at its root the objective of Planned Parenthood is to separate couples and divide families – that way individuals are easier for the progressive shapers of the urbane new world to control and direct. Easy divorce is cut from the same cloth: concoct a litany of grievances for alleged past offenses, Ophrafy women by confirming them in their neuroses, then empower them in the courts by correcting for historical alleged abuses to even the score.

    So Matt, it’s not that you didn’t explain yourself, it’s that couples are already long habituated through institutionalized policy to fighting one another.

  2. Bobbi says:

    Beautiful post! Thanks…and I’m marveling that your daughter is playing Trivial Pursuit! Wow!

  3. I agree that the joys and blessings of parenthood far outweigh the “hard” stuff. Let’s all start sharing more of that! I’ve wanted to be a wife and a Mama since I was little girl, and both have brought me tremendous joy! The Mommy/Parent wars really are quite ugly and bring out the worst in all of us. They are also very divisive and unhealthy. My daughter is a tremendous gift from God, and I am humbled and grateful to be her Mama. Thanks for this post! 🙂

  4. adamfi says:

    I have been a big fan of nearly everything you write on here for a long time now, but this post has to be my favorite. It is great that you can step back from all of the bad news that is swirling around us all the time and give us something happy and uplifting to read. I cannot wait to be a parent, which I know being 21 makes me quite the outsider in my age group, so reading stuff like this always makes my day.

    Also, I didn’t notice a lot of other comments pointing out this line from above:
    ‘God gave them to me — to us — and said, “Here, now bring them Home.” ‘

    I just have no words for how great of a statement that is. Thank you for sharing and keep it up.

  5. morganwh says:

    Great insight on your post. I did think it was strange when I saw the post the other day on Facebook that was claiming that mom’s work harder. I didn’t read the post so I can’t really comment on that, but for me I really appreciate what you had to say hear.

    So many times as a parent, I know I get selfish and want someone to recognize what I’m doing and be grateful for it. In reality, I know this will not happen until they get kids of their own. No one understands the job of a mother or a father until you’ve walked in the shoes. Sometimes as a teacher, or a youth leader, you can understand because you adopt those kids that you are teaching or mentoring. Even though they are not yours, you feel like they are part of your family.

    I’ve recently went back to work because I had to. My husband was laid off and unable to find work, and I was able to get a job. I am now beginning to understand the incredible weight of having to work versus the past when I did it because I wanted to. What a heavy responsibility of provider my husband has had to carry alone. I stayed home most of the years my kids were small. The point is that until I experienced it, I didn’t understand it. Same with my hubby, he has never stayed home before, and even though.

    What we are learning is that we all need to be a little more gracious and understanding when it come to each other’s lives and be appreciative that we have the joy of sharing the journey with someone, and that we don’t have to do it alone.
    My heart goes out to those single parents that do have to bear the burden of it alone. Mom’s and Dad’s bearing the role of both mom and dad. I can’t imagine. My hats go off to those that do it alone.

    At the end of the day something to think on is `The scripture even teaches us to compare yourself with others is not wise.

  6. Dr. Dale Alden says:

    Outstanding.

  7. lauren says:

    I was nodding my head “mmhmm” to all of this in agreement of the silly parenting games. “Who actually cares about this competitive crap?” I muttered in solidarity.

    And then read you have twins, my stomach sank and I got jealous. Our twin daughter died from complications in delivery… and it’s a envious monster I have to fight.

    And while this sadness lurks just below the surface on our daily movements, we are okay. We’ve found joy in where we are now. I can’t compare myself to others to find my satisfaction… whether it’s in silly things like organic food- or bigger things like having two twins instead of one. Until then… joy in the fact that God is big enough to someday make it right.

    I liked this quote: “The realization that I am where I belong, and whatever brought me to this point was worth the price, and wherever we’re going is worth the trouble. That’s Joy, to me.”

    • JR says:

      I’m sorry for your loss Lauren. I am also glad that you have allowed yourself to have joy and that you have grown from what has happened.

      My wife and I lost one and it still hurts a bit inside but I have been blessed with 3 boys that keep me busy.

      I have no doubt I will see my baby girl in the next life.

  8. Our four children are middle adults, and we just welcomed our first great-grandchild to the world. We still love our kids and grand kids, and we still want them to be virtuous and have life success. I can say that all the stress, heartache and hard work was (is) worth it. It is great watching the third generation (from us) unfold.

    Being a parent is the most important job in the world!

  9. khairyayman says:

    برامج محاسبيه لاداره الشركات و للمقاولات و يشمل برنامج محاسبي

  10. JR says:

    Agreed. I have often wondered what people are doing that makes their lives so hard when so few except for my single buddy that says he loves his life. I am married and have 3 boys and a dog. Am I busy?…… yes. Am I always a bit tired (or very)?….. yes. Do I run off and do whatever I want? …… goodness no. But I am dang happy.

    We need to stop competing with each other and look at it as our life and live it!

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