I was just scrolling through Facebook when I read a status update from a friend, sharing a beautiful photo of her little girl. A squishy, smiley, super-freaking-adorable bubba. I thought to myself, “Oh, honey, enjoy your baby while you can, this time will go so fast, soak it all up”.
And that, my friends, is when I turned into the kind of person that I have frequently wanted to punch in the face.
I vividly remember doing my grocery shopping one morning and wanting to punch an old lady in the face. I know, so rude, right? Don’t worry, I restrained myself. There have been many, many times that I’ve been told to stop and enjoy these early days with my children.
Absolutely, I think we should all enjoy the sweet moments of our lives as much as we can. I know that one day I’ll be in a quiet, still, tidy house and wish that I could have just one more baby snuggle, a little one to feed or bath or care for, a kid to have silly imaginary conversations with. I still take the time to gobble my babies up with sloppy kisses and bear hugs, to breathe them in when they’re sleeping in my arms. But I think we need to remember the crap-fest that parenting can be at times. It’s HARD. It’s clench your fists and scream at the sky kind of hard. It’s “I want to run away and never come back” hard. I think that gets forgotten, the longer you’re away from a situation.
I wonder how I’ll feel about all this when that old lady is me?
For now, I’ve given myself a mental slap and put my rose-tinted glasses back on the shelf. I promise not to accost any supermarket shoppers with warm and fuzzy nostalgia for my own baby days.
Have you ever wanted to punch an old lady in the face?