One minute you're teaching them how to hold a spoon, trying with all your might to understand their babbles, wishing on every star that your guesses are correct and their little baby frustration won’t implode into a crying fit. The next moment you are holding back tears when they want to give away their baby doll accessories. All of a sudden they want to wear long sleeves in gym because she's worried about the hair on her arms, even though she will be to warm and no one can see the little blond hairs anyway.
No more wearing unicorns and you better get rid of all those Jojo Sewa brand clothes, too. Sketchers aren't cool even though you think these shoes are better than all the shoes you've ever worn in your life.
How do you cope? How do you keep up? When the moment flashes right by and one minute you think you have it handled, but 9 years feels like a day and today you have a whole new set of challenges to figure out. You feel like you are not handling it. You’re not even close.
One day she loves all the fruits and the next day she hates grapes because they have seeds. Let's not even get started on lunches because that's an uphill battle I am losing. Her favorite food groups are currently turkey jerky sticks, sunflower seeds (yeah, seeds), green smoothies and candy. Oh don't forget boba tea. At least she gets some dairy in that, which probably doesn't even count now that I think about it.
Somehow you press on and don’t give up because that little human that’s really not so little anymore is your whole entire life; your everything.
Motherhood has a way of sneaking up on and scaring the shit out of you. It robs you of sleep and confidence and all the things you thought you knew. It’s hard. Parenthood makes you question your entire self.
If you’re a parent you also understand how the absolutely perfect moments sneak up on you and bring you to tears, that you hold back in fear they will see them. The beauty and creative and outstanding things they do make you feel like you might burst from the amount of love and pride that fills your entire being.
Parenting is hard. It's the hardest thing I've ever experienced. Yet, it's the most rewarding, fulfilling thing I've ever experienced.
All that hard stuff is worth it.
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