My mom always told me that “you just won’t understand the trials and tribulations of being a parent until you become one.”
I can remember from the time I was little, I had always said that when I grew up I wanted to be a mom. That’s all I wanted, to get married and be a mom. And my mom would always tell me that it’s the most gratifying, fulfilling and hardest job you could ever have, but I wouldn’t understand that until I actually became a parent. My mom made it look so easy, that I thought, how hard could this actually be?
Fast forward to present day; being a mom is the hardest job I have ever had! I work full time for a fast growing women’s media company that requires a little more attention than most, on top of the one hour commute each way which results in a late dinner followed by bedtime routines and not much quality time with my family.
I am so fortunate to have such an amazing husband to help balance out all the crazy mom thoughts that I have every single day. We have two incredible kids, one boy and one girl, but they are quite a handful.
My son is a pretty smart kid and at the age of 3 learned how to negotiate his punishments and barter his food at lunch time. He has a very large personality, you always know when he is in the room. His understanding of the english language is both a blessing and a challenge. He tends to repeat everything that we say, so spelling everything (since he isn’t quite there yet) has become a staple in our household. I have learned how to spell words that I relied on spell check for for years! We have also had some behavioral challenges with him. No parent wants to admit that their kid is “that kid” at school, but it was a realization that made it easier to speak with his teachers and school director. We all have ups and downs, good days and bad days. I admit that I am just as stubborn as my son, so we tend to go around in circles sometimes trying to figure out our confrontations, but at the end, we always hug it out, no matter what.
Our daughter graced us with her presence 6 weeks before her due date. We were so fortunate that she was strong enough to leave the hospital just 4 days later. Because she was a preemie, she is still very small for her age. The saying “she may be small but she is fierce” describes her through and through. It baffles me that such a small human being can produce noise at such a high volume level. She is loud, and busy, and follows her big brother around like a lost puppy dog. I love that she wants to be just like him, but sometimes I just want her to be a girly girl. She won’t let me put bows in her hair, occasionally some pigtails if I am lucky, but if I do get anything in there, she pulls it out within 5 minutes. She definitely has a mind of her own. The word “no” is now a common one used in her small vocabulary. I now know why it made my parents so mad. She is almost two years old and bedtime is still a big challenge for us. I know that is something my husband and I are at fault for, but we just can’t walk away from her crying in the crib. I admit that I fall asleep on her floor more nights than not just so that she can stay happy, and I can get to sleep at a decent time.
In all the challenges that we have with our kids, I wouldn’t trade my family for anything in the world. At the end of the day, having my kids call out mommy and run to me at school is one of the best things a parent could ask for.
Mom, you were right; this is the most gratifying, fulfilling, and hardest job I have ever had.
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