I Don’t Enjoy Every Moment with My Kids (and That’s OK)

It was Christmas of 1984, and my mother crammed my three older siblings and me into a compact car and took us to Arkansas to celebrate the holiday. I vaguely remember it — my mother, on the other hand, remembers it quite clearly. Apparently, it was pretty rough.

No doubt, putting one adult, two older teenagers and two small boys into a small car for six hours was a recipe for disaster. One of us — I shall not say who — was behaving horribly and Mom couldn’t seem to get control of the situation. She was exasperated nearly the entire time.

Nonetheless, anytime I’ve heard Mom talk about that Christmas trip in the years since then, there’s a tinge of regret — but it’s not regret over taking the trip. It’s regret over not enjoying it. As it turns out, that was the last time Mom would ever go on a road trip with all four of her kids again. She now wishes she had appreciated it more.

In the midst of all of the strife, it was hard for her to remember that our time as a family had an expiration date. But suddenly life happened and my two oldest siblings grew up and moved out, leaving a couple of boys in the house, and that was it. There weren’t any more family road trips.

I have this theory that if Mom could go back in time and do that six-hour road trip all over again, she would be just as miserable as she was the first time. Sure, at first she would get in the car and say, “Okay, Paula — remember: This is your last road trip with all four of your kids, so treasure it. Take a deep breath. Be present to the moment. Yes.  Here we go. Thank You, Jesus.”

Mom would ride along for about 45 minutes, soaking up the reality and feeling so grateful. But then my oldest brother would pinch me in the back seat and I would start crying. Mom would tell my brother to stop and he would scowl at her. 

My youngest brother would pass gas and the tiny car would start to stink. I would get pinched again and start crying again. Mom would raise her voice at all three boys and we would all yell that we didn’t do anything. My sister would tell us to shut up and Mom would tell my sister not to talk like that.

So it would go for six hours until we were about two miles away from Paragould, Arkansas, at which point Mom would realize that she failed to appreciate that last, wonderful trip (again). Going back in time and reliving the moment wouldn’t make it any easier.

When God allows us to live in a particular moment, He gives us the privilege of experiencing it for what it is. So no matter how many times older parents tell us younger parents to enjoy every moment with our children, we can’t make it enjoyable. Changing diapers is stinky and messy, playing Candyland gets old, watching another t-ball game is boring, and combing tangles is difficult and delicate work.

That’s why I think it’s okay to spend time with kids and feel exasperated — to not even appreciate or enjoy it a lot of the time.  Scripture doesn’t tell us to be thankful for all circumstances — it tells us to “be thankful in all circumstances” (1 Thess. 5:18, emphasis added). We’re to give thanks – not necessarily to feel thankful. 

The beauty of giving thanks to God during exasperating times with our kids is that it directs us away from the disappointing youngsters around us and turns our attention to Him. Miserable or not, at least we have the peace of knowing we weren’t alone in the frustration.

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  1. 999dealz

    as a mom of three (2 teenage boys 1 tween) I have to laugh I purposely will not ever own a small car because I have found the boys keep getting bigger.
    As one who has had a few drives myself to Little Rock from Chicago I can relate.


  2. Graeme Phillips

    One of my pastors told a story in one of his sermons about a reformer who thanked God when a naughty little child threw a stone at him, as God gives us trials for our sanctification. Romans 5:3 tells us to go further and glory in our tribulations.

    Not sure what I would do in your mother’s situation. Probably stop the car, ask, “Who would prefer to walk to Paragould?” and refuse to proceed until everyone agreed to behave themselves and repeat the exercise as many times as necessary to eliminate the bad behaviour.

    I might have saved a family with hyperactive children I know this situation this summer! They planned to travel to Gandía, Spain, landing in Madrid and travelling by coach to Gandía. However, I found out that travelling by high-speed train (with all the freedom of movement this offers over a coach) was quicker and no more expensive.


  3. Thank you, thank you. That was so needed. We just returned from a long road trip (via American airlines). We are empty nesters, but still long to have the car rides singing the “Hinkey Dinkey Double D Farm” for 295 miles. We cherished our times while our boys were young, but now that they have grown, I don’t want to live in the past- but continue to make history with them, and maybe someday with some grand kids! 🙂 Blessings as you write!


    1. Thanks for sharing that. I’m going to have to learn “Hinkey Dinkey Double D Farm”!


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