Why is parenting so hard?
Parenting is the most difficult job in the world. I am always exhausted, feeling slightly insane and always questioning how my friends are doing it all so much better. Sometimes parenting is fun and sometimes it is like I am having the parenting day of hell. Screaming, tears, harsh words, hurt feelings and slamming doors. Does this mean I am a bad mom? Does this mean I have bad kids? Parenting would be much easier if we didn’t care so much. If we didn’t try so hard. If we didn’t love so deeply. It would be so much easier not to try and raise grateful kids who put others first and respect their elders. I must be doing it all wrong because we are constantly having obstacles and set backs. We have arguments and we often go to bed mad. (They tell you not to to do that right?)
So why am I having such a difficult time being a good mommy? Because parenting is unbelievably hard! Are you a parent? Then you know exactly what I mean. Being a parent means you will be performing boring repetitive tasks all day! Picking up toys, making lunch, finding somewhat matching socks, cleaning up pee, washing hands, cooking dinner and running errands…. (Ugh run an errand….) All these things alone seem relatively easy, but combine them together and it suddenly becomes so damn hard.
Am I a bad parent for wondering sometimes what my life would be like if it were just my husband and I? No more minivans and melted candy on the floor boards. No more fish sticks and macaroni and cheese for dinner. We would be driving sports cars and eating steak dinners every night. NO more babysitters! We would have time to be alone with each other and not to mention all the sex we would be having. (yes I went there) This would be the life right? Wrong….with all these struggles I am reminded everyday of why I love being a mommy and how the parenting journey is imperfectly perfect! I once read that kids take your average and they won’t remember the worst days and they won’t remember the best ones either. They will remember how you made them feel on the plain ole boring days. I also remember what one of my neighbors said to me long ago (Thanks Theresa)….you don’t do meth and you have the internet, you are doing great!
My life wouldn’t be complete without the hugs and kisses and all the mommy fuck ups! My life has substance and I wouldn’t trade it for all the money in the world… I love my little munchkins flaws and all.