Don't get me wrong, I love my lil man. I truly do and he is my world (literally), but I'm not going to fluffy-tize and sugar coat the fact that sometimes I just don't like being a parent.
Yes, I am being selfish, but sometimes I would just like to go pee by myself.
Or actually have a phone conversation without sounding like I have Tourette's.
Or at least have a conversation with another adult without being interrupted.
Or have a hope that my house will stay clean for more than an hour after I spend three hours cleaning it.
Or be able to shop and try on clothes without lil man throwing a fit because I'm taking too long.
Or be able to take a nice long relaxing bath... at the very least, a 20 minute shower without turning around and realizing that there is a naked lil boy standing behind me. (It's not just me... If the hubby didn't lock the door when he took a shower, then lil man would certainly jump in with him. He just LOVES water.)
Or go through one day without having snot on me.
Or have a hope that I won't be stepping on a Lego (Damn you Lego makers! Those damn things hurt!!!)
Yes, I can complain (like any other parent), but in the end, I would NEVER trade a single moment of the past like four years, counting the months I was pregnant with him. He is the only one on this earth that knows what my heart beat feels like from the inside. He is my little boy. He is a reflection of me. He is the love of my life.
AND I do love being a parent to my lil man.
His for-no-reason-except-I-love-you kisses.
His hugs when I'm sad.
Him saying, "You look beautiful, Mommy" when I'm trying on those clothes.
The way he says different words.
His sponge-like learning ability.
His sense of imagination, wonder, and things that make him laugh.
His love of Chicago Fire, just like his Mommy :)
The way he cuddles up next to me on the couch and falls asleep when he's tired.
His ability to make me feel like a child.
His innate ability to take a great selfie.
& So much more.
|I am kissing his cheek, but he took the picture.|