From the moment nine-month-pregnant Caitlin Fitzpatrick Curley arrived at the neighborhoodpool with her two children in tow, her son immediately spiraled into one of his all-too-familiar meltdowns.
Curley’sOBGYN had recommended she be taking things easy, but her hectic life made accommodating the suggestion particularly difficult. Venturing to the pool was her compromise. She was trying to tireher kids by swimming,so the whole family couldeventually rest, but her efforts were proving themselves to bedishearteningly futile.
Curley quickly backtracked, packing her babies back up as fast as any nine-month-pregnant mom could,trying to narrowly escape the other poolside moms’ judgmental glances.
However, just as Curley felt herself completely crumbling, one mom ran toward her, arms flailing.
What thisstranger said toCurleyduring one of her darkest parentingmoments is something shewill likely carry with her indefinitely.
Five years later, Curley, mommy blogger of My Little Poppies, still regularly reflects on this moment. She nowmakes a conscious effort to pass this stranger’s messageforward to other struggling moms when she sees heavy stressweighing them down.
Keep scrolling through to read Curley’s beautiful story about the power of mommy-on-mommy kindness.
[H/T: The Mighty]
A few years ago, Caitlin Fitzpatrick Curley (then mom of two and nine months pregnant with baby number three)was having an unbearably challenging day.
She had hauled her two fiesty kids to the neighborhood pool, hoping the exercise would tucker them out.
However, the minute they arrived, her son unraveledinto a cascading meltdown.
The following is astory Curley wrote of the experience, whichfirst appeared on The Mighty,a platform for people with disabilities, diseases, and disorders to share their stories. Herstory details how one stranger’s kindness turned this awful momentinto a behavior-changing lessonshe’ll likely carry with herforever.
To the Lady at the Pool Who Spoke Up During One of My Lowest Parenting Moments
By: Caitlin Fitzpatrick Curley
“Ill never forget that summer.
“It was hot, I was nine months pregnant with our third child and supposed to be on rest. My OB had instructed me not to lift more than ten pounds.”
“The concept of rest is laughable to any mother, let alone a nine-month-pregnant one with a 19-month-old and three-year-old, who would later be diagnosed with sensory processing disorder.
“I neglected to tell my doctor that I spent most days underarming my three-year-old out of public places, with a diaper bag slung on one shoulder, my daughters hand in one of my own and tears in my eyes.
“Every public meltdown, every set of eyes on me, made me feel deflated. At that time, I felt my sons behavior was a reflection of my parenting skills.”
“That summer, my husband got us a pool membership. The plan was to have the kids wear themselves out in the kiddie pool and water tables.
“I could plunk my pregnant self in the kiddie pool with them and ‘rest.’
“In reality, Id manage to wrangle my toddlers and all our pool gear into the car, drive to the facility, lug everyone through the building and out back to where the pool is located only to have my oldest melt down, after which wed get him out of there, all the way back through the facility and home.”
“The other moms would look away in an attempt to be polite.
“They would rifle through their diaper bags or start up a quiet conversation with their children, pretending not to notice us. It was impossible not to notice us.
“We arrived at the pool one excruciatingly hot and humid morning. My son immediately melted down, and all the moms did their pretending-not-to-see-it thing.
“I tried to talk him down, but it wasnt working. Cheeks flushed, heart pounding, I tried to calm myself down. Defeated but determined not to convey it, I set my jaw and collected our belongings.
“My son continued melting down. I was moving as quickly as I could for an extremely pregnant woman.”
“The pool moms continued to look away as I struggled to lower my nine-month-pregnant-body down to his level to pick him up.
“Once I had him, I grabbed my daughters hand and our bags.
“‘Excuse me!’ I heard a female voice from the opposite side of the pool call out.
“I hesitated. I was trying not to cry. Reluctantly, I looked up and met her eyes. The woman was walking toward us with gusto, arms swinging.”
“‘Bravo, mama! Bra-vo! No one here will say this to you,’ she said, as she gestured toward my silent audience with one hand, ‘but you are doing the right thing. Youve got this! Good job, Mom!’ And then, she started to clap her hands.
“She applauded my parenting at one of my lowest parenting moments to date.”
“I thanked her. She had validated my parenting when I was questioning it and feeling small.
“‘Thank you,’ I mouthed again, for my words were now gone. She nodded and turned on her heels and walked away.
“When I finally made it back to my car and managed to get the kids clipped into their car seats, I put my head to the steering wheel and did the ugly pregnancy cry thing.
“I realized I had been feeling quite alone with this spirited, strong-willed three-year-old.
“On this day, I felt supported and was extremely grateful for that womans words. I wanted to go back to thank her properly, but my son was still melting down in his seat and I was far too emotional to be coherent.”
“Do you know how often I think of that stranger and her kindness? It has been five years, but I think of her all the time.
“I think of her when Im in Target and someones kid is ‘acting up.’
“I think of her when I am checking out at the grocery store and the mom with four ‘whiny’ kids in tow is behind me; I see that look in the moms eyes and I know shes struggling to hold it all together.
“I think of her every single time I see a pregnant woman managing toddlers.
“I think of her when the frazzled looking mom in the minivan cuts me off and then apologizes with a wave. I can see the ruckus going on in her backseat.
“I know how loud it must be in her car, how difficult it must be to think, let alone drive.”
“I think of her when I see a mom whisking her crying child out of mass on Sundays.
“I think of her every time I see a child ‘pitching a fit’ or a mother who looks exhausted.
“We have all been there, havent we? And some of us have been there more than others.
“Do you know what? I always say something now. Always. And, if I cant say something due to distance or whatnot, I make eye contact and send that mom a genuine youve got this smile.
“I know how much a kind word can mean in a dark moment, and I know kind words are contagious. They can alter behavior.”
“I dont know where the woman from the pool is today. I wish I could thank her.
“I wish I could let her know the words she spoke to me on that day changed me and my behavior, forever.
“Thanks to her, I am not fumbling with my purse, trying not to notice the elephant in the room. Now, I know better.”
“As kids, we were taught if we dont have anything nice to say, we shouldnt say anything at all. Id like to add an addendum to that saying for all the mamas out there:
“If you are thinking kind thoughts, always share them. If you have something nice you could say, say it.”
“Think about how lovely this world would be if everyone poured forth all the kind thoughts and observations that they keep in the silence of their minds.”
At one of her lowest lows, this mom was gifted beautiful praise from another knowing mom. Since that moment, she has passed this stranger’s kindness forward, uplifting countless other mommies battling similar stresses.
What do you think of Curley’s story? What has been your most challenging parenting moment to date? Tell us your story in the comments below.
You can read more of Curley’s heartfelt parenting insight on her blog, My Little Poppies. For regular updates,follow her onFacebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Pinterest.
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