Being a parent can be tough. Often. More than I anticipated. Sometimes I leave work and think how nice it would be to go to the gym right after or go out with coworkers or go home and take a nap or make a gourmet dinner and hang out with my husband. But those little faces are depending on me. The school age popularity I yearned for all my life has come true. I’m very popular with them. They need me. They need me to clothe them, bathe them, feed them, entertain them, reassure them, hug and kiss them, discipline them and love them. But it isn’t an easy job. I’d love to sleep all morning on a weekend or eat a meal in peace at the table without someone needing me multiple times To spend a weekend doing all fun things instead of massive amounts of laundry. Parenthood changes you. I never feel like I’m doing a good enough job. Time and patience are short. I miss the all the attention and time my husband and I used to have for each other.
But times change. They grow up quickly. When I’m an old lady I’ll miss wiping their faces and their hugs when I pick them up. I’ll miss their snuggles and soft hair, laughs and complete dependence on me.