They say parenting is tough.. but just hearing those words does it absolutely no justice. I love my daughter more than life itself, but holy shit some days… I’d like to sit in a dark corner and rock back and forth.
The struggling scale of being too tough on them, not tough enough on them, letting them be kids, making sure they listen, making sure they wipe good enough, making sure they don’t grow up to be those people you hate, making sure they can be themselves, but also making sure they don’t throw a fit in public is EXHAUSTING. I have one to worry about.. all of you parents with more than one are f’n saints… I applaud you and will never ever judge you for the times you lose your shit because I get it.
There is just so much. And it is so hard. But it is so rewarding. Those smiles, laughter, hugs, kisses, and all the cuteness really get us through. All of that worry goes away. Someone compliments how well they act, or how good their manners are.. and for a moment you don’t feel like you are completely failing as a parent. Until the next moment that they are driving you crazy.
Give yourself a break. Take a deep breath and know that as long as they are somewhat clean, fed, and rested you are doing a fantastic job. You don’t have to be that sit on the floor and play parent or you can be. Just make sure they know they are loved and can come to you for anything. And let me tell you.. they think the sun shines out of your ass.. even when you can’t agree on what they should be wearing to school.
You are doing a great job.