A fellow twin mom had a post on FaceBook that read, “being a mommy means…” I thought it was going to end up as some hearts and flowers thread about how wonderful it is to be a parent, but I was pleasantly surprised to read the daily trials that any parent faces.
• Finding a random booger in your hand and knowing it’s not yours.
• Started on the muffins over an hour ago and haven’t even gotten the batter mixed together yet.
• Cleaning three different ‘spills’ before 8:30 am.
• Sleeping in until 5:30 am.
• Sitting in the bathroom while your child poops just in case zombies decide to come up through the potty.
There were other comments that were sweet and charming and I found it enjoyable to read what others found both special and mundane about parenting. Here are a couple of my thoughts to add to her post:
• Holding a kid by one leg while he pivots on his head as you attempt to wipe his poopy butt.
• Searching high and low for a pacifier only to find it in the diaper champ.
• Taping the paci clip together because “Houdini” has figured out how to unclip it and likes to toss it out of reach during naps.
• Going to the bathroom and having a circus barge in and put their heads in your lap as they say “awww.”
I told someone over the weekend that the hardest part of being a parent is the constancy of it all. From the time they wake up until they go to bed, it’s nonstop. Wiping butts and faces, reading books and putting together puzzles, rocking and soothing, tickling and laughing, crying and screaming, climbing and jumping, not to mention endless laundry and dishes and the inability to get a snack or go to the bathroom without “assistance.” Jeremy likes to say that being a parent isn’t strength training, its endurance training. He’s right and I’m not complaining. Being a parent is tough and all the things that come with it can be draining. However, I realize that if all of these things stop that I’ve lost immeasurably more.