"What is wrong with you?!" were the words that came out of my 2 year old's mouth tonight when getting ready for bed I asked him to stay in his room while I went to get something. He followed after me instead of staying in his room and I asked him if he needed to go to the corner or if he could go back to his bedroom on his own to which he replied, "What is wrong with you?" Part of me wanted to laugh but the other part of me realized that he was mimicking something that my husband often says in joking but now I realize needs to stop.
Being a Mom is the hardest thing I've ever done. It is constant giving and giving. It is watching your faults come to life in your own child and then having to correct them before they become a habit for the person you cherish the most. It means sleepless nights when your little one is sick (which I am finding to be often). It means changing myself to be a more positive person even if it kills me (lol!) so that my son does not become a pessimist. It means putting myself last...heck almost not existing at times because his needs are so great. It means forcing myself to go to birthday parties and social events for children even though I would rather have someone hang me by my toenails. It means praying and praying and praying that God will see my son through his childhood years with me as a Mom and not end up too messed up.
It means letting go of the idea that my house will always be clean and that I will always look the way I would like to. It means spending more money on toddler clothes, toys, classes, medical bills, etc. than you would ever imagine.
It means allowing my selfishness to die to better the little person that I love with my life. Being a Mom is the most painful miracle I could ever imagine.
Being a Mom is the hardest thing I've ever done. It is constant giving and giving. It is watching your faults come to life in your own child and then having to correct them before they become a habit for the person you cherish the most. It means sleepless nights when your little one is sick (which I am finding to be often). It means changing myself to be a more positive person even if it kills me (lol!) so that my son does not become a pessimist. It means putting myself last...heck almost not existing at times because his needs are so great. It means forcing myself to go to birthday parties and social events for children even though I would rather have someone hang me by my toenails. It means praying and praying and praying that God will see my son through his childhood years with me as a Mom and not end up too messed up.
It means letting go of the idea that my house will always be clean and that I will always look the way I would like to. It means spending more money on toddler clothes, toys, classes, medical bills, etc. than you would ever imagine.
It means allowing my selfishness to die to better the little person that I love with my life. Being a Mom is the most painful miracle I could ever imagine.
