I had a realization the other night while having dinner with a friend. Although I’m a good mom, I’m not a great one, a simple yet profound realization for me. All this time I thought that all of my mommy efforts, the hundreds of activities that I’ve done with my children were selfless acts of mommy love and that’s simply not true.
Let’s face it. Parenting is hard. H.A.R.D. In the beginning, especially the first couple of months it is ALL work and very little reward. Yes you have this beautiful child, this life that you created. Your child is a miracle. Your child is beautiful. Your child is a screaming, needy, milk guzzling, bundle of poo that doesn’t care if you are tired, hungry, sad or happy. His wants and needs come first...period. Without as much as a word of thanks, or even a sly wink or head nod to acknowledge that he recognizes and appreciates the sacrifices you are making for him.