Being a mom is hard work, don’t even try to deny it. It is literally one of the hardest jobs you will ever do. It is also one of the most rewarding jobs, or in my opinion, it is THE most awarding job.
The amount of love you get to experience when you become a mother, is unlike anything out there. Not to mention the pure joy of knowing that that blue-eyed beauty came from you. You are their everything and nobody will ever need you more than they need you now. I will forever love my children fiercly. I will give them anything, including my last breath…but that does not mean I have to like them all the time, or that I have to like them equally all the time.
Yea that’s right I don’t like my children all the time. Notice, I did not say the word “love”. I WILL love my babies all day every day, but you can love someone and momentarily not like them at the same time.
Moms, you know exactly what I am talking about too. I’m telling you it’s ok to NOT like the child that just back-talked you for the millionth time today. They have pushed you to the brink and, just like any other person who would push us that far, we are allowed to not like them. You know deep down that you love the little back-talker, but currently you just do not like them. They are kinda being an asshat, and it’s ok to call them out on it.
I don’t know if you know this, but kids can be the biggest asshats there are. They will look you in the eye while doing something you specifically told them not to do. They will run around the house screaming and pushing you and eachother. They break things; usually things you actually care about. They are messy, mischievous, loud and obsessive. They are the reason you are severely sleep deprived, the reason your boobs and stomach look like deflated balloons, and the reason you no longer get carded at the liquor store. Even with all of these things you still love them, but man, oh man you do NOT have to like them all the time.
As it is you know damn well they love you and yet you still hear them say “I hate you” when you turn Fortnite off.
So basically parenthood is a mutual love/hate relationship amongst parents and children.
Remember that time when you thought motherhood was going to be like Marry Poppins where everyone loved each other and everyone was happy? In reality, motherhood is more like the show Roseanne; everyone loves each other, but half the time they’re at each other’s throats.
We are with these kids all they time, they literally won’t leave us alone. They constantly have to touch us, ask us a million questions, or throw a fit whenever we gave them the yellow cup, when clearly they wanted the blue cup.
It’s ok to not like the child who is currently drawing on the wall…in sharpie. It’s ok to then suddenly have a favorite child, the one who is not coloring on the wall with a sharpie and who is sitting on the bed watching other kids play on YouTube.
It’s ok to not like the child who is constantly assuming that she is entitled to anything and everything, simply because she says so. It’s ok to not like any of the children after they have woken the baby up for the umpteenth time.
I’m not sure why people assume that we have to like our kids all the time? Can you think of a person who you actually like 100% of the time???
I didn’t think so.
It’s no different with our kids. They may be small and innocent one moment and then suddenly you realize you fed them after midnight, and they turn into possessed little gremlins. Nobody liked the gremlins when it got to that point in the movie. Just imagine your children as little gremlins.
I like to wake up and play a game called “Who wants to be my favorite today?” The rules of the game are whoever annoys me the least, will become my favorite child of the day. It’s a fun little game that keeps everyone on their toes.
So, you see, you don’t have to feel like the worst mother ever, just because you don’t like your kids all the time. I would be concerned if you really actually liked them all the time. I would assume that you had robot children who did whatever you commanded of them. These feelings just make you a normal, human mother. A hardworking, dedicated mother, who loves her children more than life itself, but equally wants to run away from them and vacation at a beach house in Costa Rica.
You are an amazing mother, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Your kids know how much you love them, just like you know how much they love you; even though they scream at you when they don’t get their way.
Anywho, the point is that they do a lot of things that drive you bonkers. Like eat ALL of your favorite crackers that you specifically said were yours. Or get into your makeup and smear it EVERYWHERE. Or remember that one time when the thought they needed an ENTIRE roll of toilet paper? Which, of course, caused the bathroom to become flooded. There is nothing to like about these situations, therefore it is completely normal to not like them when they are acting like a bunch of fools.
I wasn’t gonna mention it, but the same thing can be applied to our husbands. I love that man to pieces, but he get’s on my damn nerves, and I do not like him all the time. I mean–he of course loves me all the time, it’s me…ok, maybe just maybe it goes both ways.
That doesn’t mean I’m dumping him at the curb, it just means I’m specifically taking up more than my share of the bed tonight. When morning comes I’ll scoot on over and tell him how much I love him, then he will do something to piss me off, like leave his pants wherever he damn well pleases and the cycle will start all over again.
The moral of the story is, you are all one big happy family. A happy family who doesn’t like each other all the time. Two parents who will do anything for those precious babies they brought into this world, while simultaneously locking the door to get away from them.
Like I said, parenthood is more like Roseann; the perfect balance of love and strong dislike.
Just a hotmess family doing their best!