I must remind myself quite often that I have willingly chosen the life I currently have. I have no regrets and with all the ups and downs I wouldn't trade a day of this life I have with my family for anything. Well, I know i follow the aforementioned statement but I often find myself fighting the thoughts of a stress free life - not even stress free really just terrible 2 and pre-teen know it all-ism............free....
I love my kids with every ounce of my being, but damn it there are those days, moments, outings, or trips to Walmart for the umpteenth time, that reeeeeaaaaallllly make me stop and ask my inner self WTF is wrong with you woman?!?!?! You willingly Volunteered for this??????!!!!! I can bet my bottom dollar that almost every mother at one point has had this same or similar thought. If even only for a brief moment.
And then of course they bring you back to reality by doing something either so heinous that you immediately scoop them up and leave where ever it is you currently are or they try doing something so cute like smiling or hugging you in public when the see that you're about to open some whoop ass in about .. 2 seconds.... its amazing....
Everyone I meet when I'm kid free seems inevitably doomed to hear me chatter on and on about my kids. At first they don't hear the plural and then they ask how many kids I have and i say 2. This also brings on the pre-programmed question of how old the each are. Let me tell you something, i get the most odd and inquisitive looks when they hear the ages 11 and 2 1/2 ......some of the older mothers sit there and say oh lord sweet heart you've got the worst of both ends of the spectrum there - and i happily agree with this statement because it is true.
I love my two boys, they are extremely smart and extremely different. My eldest son can sit and watch TV for hours on end without so much as moving, my youngest - can't figure out how to sit still in a Highchair - let alone on a couch.
There are many other differences between them as well, one example is that my eldest is slightly more reserved and my youngest is definitely going to let you know he's present and accounted for - unless he wants to play hide and get mommy to chase me when she finds me.
All in all I'd have to say that at the end of the day when it gets all quiet - i almost can't stand the silence, as welcoming as it seems to most parents - by the time they're fast asleep, i find myself feeling almost as if I'm missing something.
Kids truly are the greatest gift ever made.
I agree 100%. Sometimes I feel like at any given moment I am going to grab my car keys, walk out the door and let my husband figure it all out. But the moment I open my mouth to scream, the little one does something so sweet that I feel myself melting under the weight of it all.
ReplyDeleteWhen my house is a mess and I have a ton of things running through my mind... I think of my kid. I think of the way life was before she came along and I remember it (although peaceful) was quite boring. She motivates me to keep going. She is the only reason I push through all I do. I've been pushing for 2 1/2 years now... and I'm not done yet. =)
It's funny how that works. I am not a parent, but I work with kids. I've taught everything K-8 (which makes me feel old), and seriously, I don't have a favorite. I hate the boogers and the crying and the fighting and the back talk, but it is so rewarding, albeit cheesy, to watch them grow and learn.
ReplyDeleteI'm gonna brag a little bit and say that the best part of teaching is going home, to a beer and my Wii, and laughing until I pee. Did I make a rhyme? Haha! <-- sorry I taught kinder today.