"The days are long but the years are short."
I'm gonna be brutally honest. I read blogs lately that highlight how wonderful it is to be a mom. Post after post about how wonderful their kids are, how blissful life is, blah, blah, blah. I keep thinking to myself "Let's be REAL here people!" Am I the only one that has kids that are a little bit naughty and a little bit nice? Is there something wrong with posting the reality of the challenges of raising them without also recognizing they are wonderful, sweet, lovely blessings from heaven?
Here is my reality.
This happy, adorable, blue-eyed stud has entered the stage that makes me wonder if I want more kids. I mean he says the cutest things (Like "Mama - She smiled at you!" (meaning the baby smiled at him) and does adorable things like walk his stuffed dog through the mall. He is very observant of the world around him and belts out the lyrics to Train songs like nobody's business. He is also exceptionally intelligent. His vocabulary is extensive and his knowledge of colors and the alphabet quite astounding.
But then there is this side to him.
Yes. He is about to punch his baby sister here. Then there is the screaming, picking up the baby by her ankles and dropping her on her head, tantrums and did I mention hurting his baby sister and the constant screaming? Need I allude to the door slamming, item throwing and breaking of things in our house?
I know it's a stage. I know he is gonna turn out great. I know it will pass. But man does it try my patience. And make me a little anxious and a tad down. Prayer is my only sanity and I spend time locked into my room from the "little Hulk" each day on my knees with the baby on my side to preserve her life. Everyone says it will get easier. Waiting on that.
I do LOVE being a mom. I believe the work I do in the home is the greatest work I will do. Don't get me wrong. It's just that. . .
Well the days are long. And I try to remember the years are short. Because we never know how many long days or short years we have here on this earth.
