Some days seem so hard. You know those days when you pound the dough just a little bit harder and mutter more under your breath.
But it’s because you don’t want to lose your cool. Because as a mother there is nothing worse than letting out a barrage of anger-filled words only to regret it later.
Does that mean that a good mother never gets angry? I doubt it. I doubt that mother exists. Just like the mother who never lets her kid watch TV doesn’t exist.
Sure we get angry. We get frustrated. We lash out. And then we cry. Well, I do anyway.
I wonder when it will get easier. I wonder when M will get potty trained. I wonder when Moose will stop throwing things at my head. And I know those of you with older kids will all tell me – “Oh but it will get easier! Don’t worry!”
But you see, right now I just see the hard things. Not the easy things. And this, I know, must change.
I must see beyond the toy throwing and see my boy with two hands.
I must see beyond the relentless questions and see the girl who is able to communicate.
I must see beyond the potty accidents and see the toddler who can put on her own pants and shoes.
Then I no longer see problems, but instead I see the many beautiful faces of my children. Their soft smiles, the way they share, and the way they call on me.
Once I see past the hard stuff, I become grateful for the many blessings I do have, and this makes it easier.