Parenting

I love being a mom, of course. I am partial but I have the best kids in the world. My kids inspire me, they keep me active and they make me see the world a little differently. It is hard to pick one thing, there is so much that make being a mom great. The truth is though it is not all sunshine and roses, if it were this won’t be the hardest job in the world. Heck if it was that easy we wouldn’t have Mother’s day, it would be Father’s Day, just kidding. So I will not talk about how great it is being mom, I am going to talk about the horrors of being a mom.
I have honestly questioned, on more then one occasion , why I didn’t join a convent. Those days were I can make no one happy. Nolan, whining, can’t find his special truck. Megan is at my heels crying because her incisor teeth are coming in. I swear I just vacuumed the living room, why are there Lucky Charms all over the carpet? Grab the Tylenol, hold Megan while I vacuum and grind blue horseshoes into the carpet, move the couch there lies said special truck. Crisis averted but alas it is only seven in the morning, I have a whole day of this!
On these days I consider the Sound of Music a horror flick. If I were watching it at that very moment I would yell at Maria, as she walked through those mansion doors, “ GO BACK! Be with your sisters, don’t go through those door.” Silly women all confident. She was lucky though she never had to deal with a toddler. She never had to stand at the kitchen cabinet trying to figure out what cereal a two year old wants. No she was lucky, aside from the frog in her pocket, she got to braid hair and sing merrily away.
As the afternoon winds down, and I have cleaned more messes then I can count and dealt with more tantrums then I care to, the hubbie comes home. Sweet relief. Then suddenly it hits me as soon as daddy walks through that door I have one more mouth to feed and one more mess to clean. He had a bad day and I have one more kid to take care of. Where is the local nunnery?
After the little ones are tucked in bed, and the dishes are in the dishwasher I have a minute to relax. It was a hard day, maybe tomorrow will be better. I go in to check on my sleeping children. I take a deep breath, they look like angels. How can these two little cherubs be the same two rugrats that caused me to pull out my hair today? No matter how bad a day I have, I can look at their sleeping faces and know it was all worth it. Yes being a mom is tough, but you can count on one less nun in the convent.
Mother’s day is a great day, I love the extra attention. It isn’t the gifts or the special breakfast once a year that I love as a mom. It is the unsolicited hugs and kisses, it is those moments when I am on the verge of tears and my kids climb in my lap and say “ I love you,.” There is not one great thing about being a mom just a whole lot of little things.
Happy Mother’s Day
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