I have to be honest. I have to be, I am a terrible liar. Sometimes, my kid does my head in. Sometimes, I want to scream and run. Sometimes I should have more patience and feel guilty that I don’t. I have to be honest when I say, I’m a wuss at being a mom. And I only have one kid.
This one child of mine is a handful. I think so anyways. The past week and a half he’s not been well so it’s been more difficult. More sleepless nights. More of him clinging on to me. More crying and whining. I have to be more sympathetic. More compassionate. More patient. I know this.
The other day I was in the kitchen trying to get my breakfast and there he was again tugging at my pant leg whining. I looked at his face and bit back tears of frustration. I said to my husband, “I’m sorry, but we can’t have more kids. I cannot even imagine the difficulty of more than one sick kid!” My husband gave me a hug and reassured me it’ll be okay.
I came across a lovely message written by my cousin, Elena, on her blog. She dedicates a post to her youngest daughter. (Elena writes her blog in Swedish and English.)
A perfect read to remind myself why I love being a mom.