Love
The thing about being a mother or a parent at all for that matter is that it is hard, so very hard. That they do not tell you in the pregnancy books or the motherhood web sites.
It is not all flowers and picnics on the front lawn. It is poop and crying in the bathroom because you can’t have a moment alone.
The simple truth is, that caring for another human being is hard, exhausting and boring.
Then you get a night when your child crawls into bed with you and places his small hand on your chin, the same hand that held your finger moments after he emerged from your body, and says “You are the best Mom, I just love you”. That, is when your hear melts and you don’t forget the bad times, they just finally seem worth it. Like seeing a rainbow for the first time and appreciating its beauty.
That is something that they also never tell you in books, that you will have hard times, but with one smile it all gets wiped away.
moms, dads, parenting, love, kids, children
February 20th, 2007 at 11:21 pm
So true, there is nothing harder or more rewarding than raising kids.
February 21st, 2007 at 8:03 pm
Beautifully put. It’s the little things that really melt your heart.