Okay.
I admit it.
Some days I wish I wasn’t a mom.
There.
I admitted the worst.
It’s just that sometimes it is SO HARD for me to keep going.
Today I had a wake up call.
I was watching one of my favorite TV shows, Extreme Makeover Home Edition. And they were building a house for a family that had their daughter kidnapped ten years ago. As I watched, I was touched by the hope the family still has as they work to help abducted children to be reunited with their families. And I realized exactly how lucky I am. I realized how much I love my children. I realized that I love being a mom. I realized how selfish I had been in wishing I could give up sometimes.
So I am working on changing my attitude and outlook.
I am working on being more patient and more positive.
Most importantly, I am working on appreciating the opportunity I have to be a mom.
And NOT giving up.
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1 comments:
I know that even the best moms in the world feel like that sometimes. I hate when I slip up and say outloud, "I just can't do this anymore!" Motherhood is tough because it is never ending. Jonas is strapped to an alarm to train him to not wet the bed. In order for me to hear it, he has to sleep in my room next to me. Last night his alarm went off THREE times and then Shailey crawled into my bed from a bad dream. I woke up feeling like I had a 20 pound weight on the top of my head... pounding headache. Keep truckin' friend!
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