1. I secretly smile when my younger child gets a good shot in.
He gets tackled, bonked, hit, kicked, and thrown around a lot. It’s nice to see him stand his ground. It’s nice to see him stand up for himself. I don’t want to see my older child get hurt, but sometimes he deserves it. 2. I hide from my children sometimes. There are times when I just need a minute. Alone. By myself. In silence. Sometimes, I hide. To my husband, it may look like I am doing laundry or going to the bathroom. But I just need to take a minute for myself. 3. I love and hate the car cart Grocery shopping is hell. Children do not like to be restrained and pushed around a store full of food without being able to grab and eat said food. Everyone knows that, so some genius decided the solution was to make the restraint look like a race car. It can be a miracle. It can be a disaster. On the rare occasion that there is a cart available and both of my children sit nicely and pretend to drive, it’s wonderful. However, most of the time I push this giant monstrosity through the tiny aisles while also holding at least 1 screaming child who decided that driving was just too traumatic. 4. I love naptime I love snuggles. I love story time. I love mealtime with my children. I love playing and playing and playing and playing and playing. But at some point I just want to catch my breath. I need to do the laundry and the dishes. Nap time is my time to catch up. Stay-at-home moms sometimes get chastised for nap time. To clear the air, nap time is not a time for sitting on the couch, eating bon bons and watching soap operas. And even if that is what we did, everyone gets a lunch break, right? 5. I fantasize about destroying my children’s future homes My children will grow up and have homes of their own. When that happens, I am going to walk in, open the cabinets, and throw everything on the floor. I am going to unfold all of the folded laundry. I am going to spill milk all over the floor. I am going to eat Cheetos on the couch and wipe my hands all over it. I am going to paint a picture, rub my hands in the paint, and then touch every wall. I am going to wipe boogers all over everything. Or, I will walk nicely through every room and just fantasize about doing all of these things. 6. There is only so much touching that I can handle I love my cuddles and snuggles and hugs and kisses when I stay at home. But that also means being pulled on, pushed, jumped on, and stepped all day. My children fight over me, and to be honest, I’m not that great. I don’t understand why I’m the ultimate prize. They need to touch me ALL the time. There is a point of no return. There is a point where I just can not be touched anymore. That usually happens about an hour before my husband comes home. I don’t think he fully understands why I cringe when he walks in the door and hugs me. I really wish I didn’t. But I just can’t endure anymore physical contact. 7. I wish I was more patient I wish I had more patience. I wish I had more endurance. I wish I had more energy. I see my flaws very clearly, so there is no need to point them out. I know that I am not a perfect mom. I know that my children are not perfect. I know better than anyone just how flawed I am. 8. I love my children’s independence I know that children grow up too fast, but I love when I don’t have to do everything for everyone. I love when I can just tell my son to go potty and he does. I love when I can set out clothes and magically my son is dressed. I love being able to give my son a whole sandwich with the crusts on. Their independence makes my life easier. 9. I miss my babies I love my children’s independence, but I do actually miss my babies. I miss their baby smell, their baby snuggles, their baby giggles, their baby breath. I miss nursing them and rocking them to sleep. I miss the time when they didn’t argue with me. I miss their utter dependence on me for their every living need. 10. All the parenting advice is crap. There are thousands of books and articles and podcasts about the “right” way to parent. There are nosy relatives who think they know what is best. There is no one right way to parent. There are a bunch of wrong ways to parent, but there is no holy grail of parenting. You have to learn who your child is and what they need. No one can judge what you are doing if you are trying your best. No one knows what is working and what is not working except you.
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