I saw this on social media, and it felt so raw and so true. This man feels my feelings. I thought I was the most cool, calm, and collected person until we had babies. Well, it was mostly until we had the second and third babies that I realized I could use a little more patience. The first one was (is) a breeze.
This morning, I questioned my whole peaceful parenting pact when Nathan refused to stay where I needed him to be so I can get some work done. Is it still peaceful if I leave him screaming at Grandma’s house? I mean, I know he’s safe and loved there. I know I can’t keep him with me all day. It’s tough all around. Still, I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. I knew I wanted to be a Wife and a Mama before I knew much else.
So, bring on the screams and tantrums. I can handle it, especially because those moments don’t last always. They don’t even last .5% of the day. They just feel like a lot because they can be so very heavy. They are definitely heavier than any child-induced chores I have to do. I will take cleaning a messy house 200 times a day over two minutes of tears (which are in our case screams). But the little people also need to release their feelings. Like I said, I am here for all of it. #GodGrantMeStrength
