Last week some good friends announced that they had been matched with a birth mom and will be adopting a baby girl in June. The husband asked me at church, "so what is the hardest thing about parenthood?"
I was sort of on the spot and I said something about discerning why he is crying...
When I got home I knew that was the wrong answer and thought something about finding time to spend with Kyle; not being just a wife anymore.
But I think after thinking about it for a week, I have my answer.
For me, the hardest part about being a parent is how a simple comment from someone(s) can make me feel like the worst mother in the world. I tell myself its no big deal what they just said, I'm doing the best job I can, but it is hard to get small things people say out of your head when you are going through a rough time. Something that might have just been a "rough moment" for you turns into a cataclysmic event because someone's opinion or advice is playing over and over telling you that you are doing everything wrong. Even if that isn't what they said or meant at all.
It also doesn't help that the rough moments are at night when you are left alone with the child during Night Float month.
And then I go into my son's room after 9 hours of sleep (him not me...) and I pick him up. And he smiles.
When I've spent the night telling myself I am the worst parent in the world, a smile from my son squashes that lie to a pulp. Because to him, I am absolutely the best person to walk the earth.
So while I have been thinking about what is the hardest part; I am immediately reminded that this is the best part.
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