There is only one career I wanted over the years. I wanted to be a mother. Simple, right? What better job could you have than one where you stay home and love on babies all day? After all, there is a lot of tickling, teaching, and laughing to be done. There is nothing better than when a sweet little one looks up at you and says in a sweet little voice, "Mommy, I love you all the way to the moon and back." Trust me, it doesn't get better than that!
But there is one thing they don't tell you in your mothering classes. Oh, yeah, there are no classes or tests to pass before you pass that watermelon size baby through your nether regions. But if there was a class they would have an entire semester titled, "Sometimes it sucks!"
It sucks when I spend the entire morning doing dishes and 1.2 minutes later it looks as if the kitchen counter has never been introduced to a sponge.
It sucks when my non talking 2 year old is flipping out because I can't find the correct Star Wars Clone Wars on the DVR.
It sucks when I spend hours making a menu, shopping, and preparing healthy dinners and not one child eats it. And then certain family members blame me that my children are so skinny.
It sucks that I can't stop the temper tantrums from coming.
It sucks that it takes a lot of work to get my 10 year old to go any where or do anything.
It sucks that my 2 year old just learned to climb out of his crib.
It sucks that the above said 2 year old has 4 - 5 major poopy diapers every day. The never ending body fluids suck.
It sucks when I just want them to go to bed. But the entire universe is not following my bedtime schedule. Please, just. go. to. bed!
And then after much pleading and screaming (from me) there is peace as the little ones finally nod off to sleep. I tip toe into their rooms to see if they really have gone to sleep. Please, oh please.
My daughter jumps and screams as I touch her back. I laugh at her terror and she tells me, "That is not right! What's wrong with you!" I feel a wave of love for my baby girl that is now not such a little girl.
I make my way into the boy's cave and find the 2 year old in bed with his brother. They have their arms draped across each other. It is a true joy that only a mother experiences when her children love each other.
I am reminded why I chose my mothering career. The love overwhelms me until I forget all the things that suck and realize how blessed I am.
Now if I can only remember how blessed I am the next time Devin hands me dog poop. Because that sucked.