The hardest job in the world is being a parent. I’d like to see anyone argue with that. Being completely responsible for the health, education and well-being of another human – one who starts off completely helpless and progresses to a state of curious self-endangerment – is stressful, tiring and mind-numbing.
I recently read a fabulous blog posting over at Her Bad Mother called 10 Things I Hate About Motherhood (And One That I Love). I so completely identified with this posting. Being a mom is hard. The sleep deprivation is insane and the act of putting someone else before yourself 100% of the time is very difficult.
But – when Brad looks at me and says “Mom, you’re my best friend” or when Lucy pats my head and says “Mommy, hair pretty.” it melts my heart in a way that nothing else can. My children are smart, funny and incredibly entertaining. They make me laugh and smile way more often than they make me cry.
How could I not just love them?