Parenting-Love/Hate Relationship

I think parenting is a love-hate relationship. I’ll admit it. It’s not all posies and roses. Giggles and good times. It’s just down right hard. It sometimes just down right sucks. Then you get the moments when it is just perfect and you love every second of it. For that one second. 🙂

I often wonder if having a boy is different than having a girl because I have one serious whine bucket of a child. Whines when things go wrong, whines when she can’t accomplish something, whines when she wants our attention, heck she whines when things are great! Then I get this smile……….and my world has become all worth it again.

I often wonder if the things I say “no” to are worth the fight. Worth the energy of trying to explain to a two year old that she can’t go outside with no coat on when it’s forty degrees out. Maybe I should let her go outside and freeze her ass off. Or how about when they just don’t get that dinner can’t be ready right then and there when they want it……maybe I should just give it to her then and let her eat it half cooked LOL……then I get this happy face when she digs in and my world has become worth it again.

I think of the meltdowns. The lay stiff little person she turns into when she has to hold my hand in a parking lot. The looks I get from others when they drive by because I don’t rip her up from the pavement, nope I do not. I let her lay there (don’t worry I don’t let her lay in front of cars). The meltdowns that happen when I don’t give her what she wants to eat, when she wants, how she wants. I rub my eyes and my temples as I write this…….it just exhausts me. Then I see this……….and my world has become worth it again.

I never thought in a million years that parenting would be love-hate. I love it one minute and hate it the next! I feel a sense of relief with just admitting that. I’m just so thankful that all of the bad moments are worth it. I’m blessed that the good always out number the bad, I’m happy that when my daughter runs up and hugs me or jumps on my lap, I’m a mommy to her and that is her love-love relationship with me.

What are some of your love-hate parts of motherhood? Share……vent.