You’ll Never Understand My Love for You, Little Boy
I knew parenting was going to be hard, but never in my life did I imagine I’d be doing it entirely alone. And never in my life did I imagine JUST how hard it would be, day in and day out. From the early morning when my son wants to hang out at four AM, and watch cartoons, to the late nights that he just can’t seem to fall asleep. It’s exhausting. From the coughs, bug bites and scrapes from him being well... a boy, I never knew how much I’d worry about another being. From the doctors appointments, days he seems to wake up on the wrong side of the bed, unsolicited parenting advice and not being able to do anything as I pleased, like I did before having a child. It’s literally mentally and physically draining. Attempting to manage my time effectively has been nearly impossible, so finishing school work on time, and working full time has been a struggle–to say the least. And don’t get me started on terrible two’s, and how accurate that is... some days I definitely want to call off work, take my baby to his sitter and just sleep and cry. But I get done what needs to get done, breaking down isn’t an option.