I remember being pregnant with my first and being so excited. I had all these dreams about the type of parent I was going to be, the opportunities I would ensure my children got, the calm educational activities I would do with them. I even dreamed of durasealing school books and duraseal and I hate each other.
Then life happened! My Dad got cancer, I worked more than I would have liked, my husband worked more than he would have liked. Day care costs, school costs, sports practices and birthday parties here there and everywhere.
The thousands of toddler questions turned into negotiating with children and then teen tantrums , things broken by boys and girls and their catty comments.
Somewhere amongst it all my threads of patience grew thin and I found myself raising my voice more than I would like and forgetting things that shouldn’t be forgotten. Things broken by boys and girls and their catty comments.
You spend the majority of your parenting life questioning whether you are doing it right, could I have handled it differently, will my teens every like me again and then right when you least expect it you get a text, “I love you, Mum”.
Maybe just maybe i’m doing something right… but it is certainly the hardest job I have ever had. Sometimes it’s hard to see what is beyond the tunnel you are currently in.
Photo credit to my son(6) The entrance of a hut made many years ago
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