love

Life is hard for a 2.5 year old with a new baby brother, especially when you’re also trying to start using the potty and have had a variety of family members with a variety of techniques and expectations taking care of you for the past 3 weeks.

Life is hard for your mommy during this time, too.  Seeing my “Big Boy” asleep in his car seat looking so angelic, though, reminds me that he really is still a baby himself and needs a little more patience and understanding than I’ve been giving him.  It also makes me love him so much my heart hurts.

Nobody really prepares you for how painful motherhood can be sometimes. I mean, sometimes you just love them so much that it truly hurts and you don’t think you can stand them growing up any more, even in the slightest.  The trouble is that when they are awake you need to be focused on molding them and guiding them and teaching them and even sometimes punishing them…sound exhausting yet? It is.  But to be a good parent is to remember that you are the parent and not the friend, right? And if you forget to be the parent, you usually create a pretty bratty or messed up kid (and future crappy adult).  So, we have to be on our game all day long, because as my husband always says, “There are enough insufferable people in this world; We really don’t need to raise one more.”  However, after a long day of being a Parent, sometimes you look at your sleeping child at night (or, if you’re lucky, at nap time) and just let out all of the ooey, gooey, mushy immeasurable feelings of love that you have for that little person that relies on you.