We get to do wonderful things like cooking and cleaning and playing with tots/children. We get to wipe snotty noses from kids squirming away from us. We get to change diapers that should require hazmat suits. It’s the glorious life. But every mom out there that stays home would tell you that she’d not trade it for anything in the world. Which is true for the most part. There are moments we’d probably trade in a New York minute. (Remember those biohazard diapers? Yeah, those moments we’d trade for a job shoveling gravel.) But overall our children bring joy to our lives. My son amazes me all the time. He’s picking up on things I didn’t know he was exposed to. He’s developing this wonderful and smart personality that makes me wish I could freeze time and hang on to it a little longer. But….there are times….trying times….times where he is trying exert his own little self (in all the wrong places and things, mind you!) that makes me want to speed time up.
Yeah, times like that. Those are the times that you wish to escape into the bathroom and question whether or not you and the Mr. should just switch spots. Thankfully, those times are few and far between. Most of the time he’s cute and fun and sassy.
Most of the time, he’s spontaneous and funny and full of life. And every day I’m reminded that though it’s not exciting and there’s not much appreciation or credit, it’s by far one of the most rewarding and fulfilling jobs I’ve ever had. But no doubt that by the end of the day, I’m so happy when he’s sleeping peacefully in his bed…
…so I can crawl into mine, frazzled and exhausted…. 🙂