Sometimes our kids are just... well... awful.
It's ok. We parents can be too.
Let me explain:
It's a Saturday. My husband has been out running errands all morning with my older son. They get home around 3. At 3:30 I have to leave with both kids to go pick up the car from the service center and then take them to a music lesson they never really want to go to at that hour on a Saturday. The lesson is demanding, and it's a Saturday and while the experience is actually great, they would always prefer to do NOTHING. It's tough on a good day, and on a day when my oldest has been out all day, this is like trying to get the Grinch to decorate a Christmas tree for an orphanage.
Oh and on this day, in this moment, he's busy playing drums...
This is a true story. (I hope you will forgive my honesty as I tell it.)
It is the story of how I became a mother - two years AFTER I had my kids.
One baby who was almost two years old. The other only two months old. A dream come true. The only problem: I had children I loved, but I didn’t yet know how to be a parent.
The first few years had been rough. No sleep – ever. My first born needed multiple heart surgeries. My father had just died. My career - and my whole prior life - was over. Not to mention, these kids. They had feelings that I just didn’t know how to handle. Who was handling all MY feelings?
I thought love would be enough, but all the love in the world did not prepare me for the frustration I would sometimes feel when the toddler hit the baby, or they would wake up for the 12th time that night, or my husband would...