I have yet to meet one person that brags about how much easier their life became when they had kids. Not one person that will openly admit that parenthood is a life surrounded by rainbows and unicorns. Not one that will deny the fact that at some point they have entertained the idea of throwing up their hands and announcing that they just can’t do it anymore.
We all have those days in which we spend twenty minutes explaining to our tween why she needs to keep her room clean. Explaining why living in filth really isn’t acceptable.
Those moments when you have asked them 384 times to pick up their toy room and you just can’t fathom asking them again.
We have endured many tears while struggling over the math homework, and those are just ours.
At some point in the journey known as parenthood, we have all wanted to wave our white flag and surrender. To walk out the door and leave it all behind.
Here’s the thing, we can’t quit.
Parents that quit before the job is complete is where the assholes come from.
We learn along the way that walking away before a disagreement makes a turn for the worse is so much better than staying and losing your shit.
We learn to quit arguing when they claim that the sky is green, or when they proudly announce that they can count to twenty by saying one, two, free, TWENTY!
Coming to grips with the fact that as long as it isn’t detrimental to their health, living in filth is up to them. Just don’t come screaming to me when you find you are sleeping with spiders.
We learn to let them make some of their own decisions, even if I think they are wrong.
We learn to let go, even if it is just a little bit at a time.
We learn to just cut our losses and WALK. AWAY. from the things that are truly insignificant.
There are always going to be those moments in which we want to pack a bag and our passport and run away to somewhere warm that offers endless sunshine, frozen drinks, and hours of alone time.
A place where we can be alone with our thoughts and not a worry in the world.
Where we sit on the beach and enjoy the silence.
To relax without having hands up your shirt, fingers picking your nose, and someone farting on your lap.
While that sounds glorious in the moment, think about all the great things that would be given up.
There would be no more smooches and hugs.
No more tickle attacks followed by contagious laughter and pleas to “pwease stop” followed by “do it again”.
No more games of tag or hide and seek.
Gone would be the endless games of Monopoly and the spontaneous dance parties.
No more sous chefs to help in the kitchen or assistants to streak the windows.
No more birthday parties and unexpected trips to the park.
No more “I wuv youse” and no more “read it again momma.”
Being a parent is the hardest “job” on the planet. Just like any other job there are days when it truly is the most rewarding job you’ve ever had that didn’t come with a paycheck. Then there are those other days in which you are convinced that the only way you can survive is to walk out the door and leave it all behind.
Funny thing about parenting though is that no matter how bad it gets, no matter how badly we want to just walk away, parenting is the one job that you can never quit.
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