Guys, know I complain about how hard parenting is and how The Munchkin really gives me a run for my money but that doesn’t mean I’m not grateful for my kids and am fully aware that they are a blessing!
I just realised that I actually complain about him more than is fair to him because he’s only 3 and I think he’s supposed to be annoying and pushing boundaries.
But the screaming and whining though!!!
But I digress, we waited a really long time before The Munchkin came along to the point that I wasn’t sure we could even have kids. Then I had a miscarriage. So please don’t suffer under the illusion that I’m ungrateful just because I complain sometimes.
Can you imagine what it would be like if parents didn’t have an outlet to vent? Because parenting IS damn hard most days. You’re already barely holding onto the threads of your sanity and venting is sometimes the only way you can keep it together. But this parenting gig also hella rewarding.
Like last night when I had The Potato sat in my lap and The Munchkin under my arm as I read The Snail and The Whale to them. Or when The Munchkin pulls The Husband and I close for group hugs “like a family”. Or when he lies next to his sister and makes her laugh.
Yes, he also drives me batty with his tantrums, screaming and bouncing off the walls but he is still a joy.
The Husband described them so perfectly yesterday. He said:
The Munchkin is like a roller coaster and The Potato is like a chilled day at the river bank. Both enjoyable activities bit very different. Basically, she’s Jonkershoek and he’s Ratanga Junction.
So yes, I complain about my kids but I also love them to death.