Motherhood ain't always a bed of roses

I have been told numerous times that i make out my journey through motherhood to be a bed of roses.
As though it's all smiles and giggles and nothing is never hard.
Well, if that is what i have made is seem...
let me correct myself...
Motherhood is hard. 


Motherhood was hard from the beginning and that is why i don't quite understand why all these teen girls are spreading their legs and starting their own circle of life.
I knew what i was getting into when i got preg. Emma was a planned pregnancy.
I've dealt with many a kids in my life to know exactly what i was getting into.


And yet, Yes i will admit it, there have still been times i wanted to run away.


*GASP* How could a mother ever use such words.


It's true. I'm not gonna lie. Life with a kid ain't lollipops and suckers here.
For the first 3 1/2 mths of Emma's life, I got 1 hr sleep in a 24 hr period. 2 hrs if i was lucky.
She was colicky and all she did.... cry, cry, and cry some more.
If you have ever been around a crying baby that cries from up to 22-23 hrs a day... you'd wanna run away too. No matter how much love you have for that child and no matter how much of a mother you wanted to be.


Some days, even now, after the 30th temper tantrum i have to ignore and after the 500th time of telling her to NOT do something .... Yea ... running away to a beach with some fine hunks sounds really nice. 


I still love my job. I still wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. I have the right to day dream.
Because my husband is the bread maker for this family, and i'm the sahm .. I'm the bad cop.
Although i get to enjoy all the good times too.. I'm the one who has to say "No, stop it, LISTEN TO ME!"


So, if you are a 16 yr old out there... who thinks they are mature enough to spread their legs, then be prepared to be mature enough to deal with the good and the bad.


I am a 22 yr old. To many... That is young.... But maturity wise i know... deep down inside... i could rank with many 50 yr olds of today! 


I get bad looks and mean comments a plenty. But i have to brush those off.


Last week, i was shopping and Emma decided she wanted to throw a fit... why?
Because momma wasn't gonna buy her the hokey pokey dancing Elmo doll.
I told her no, and kept walking...
what happened after was fate...


She threw the biggest fit...
I ignored it because i'm not gonna give her attention for acting out.
This woman walks up to me and says, "with the way you are unable to handle your child, i really hope you never choose to reproduce again."


... all i could do is laugh. If you have never had a child, i get it, you don't understand... But if you have... then you know kids are gonna throw temper tantrums...
That's why they are called kids and not adults... Hell i even know some adults that still do it.


but back to what i was saying....


Please don't go spreading your legs and simply breeding just because you think carrying a 1 mth old in your arms is cute. It's a life long decision and its sick seeing teens getting preg because they want an accessory.
Because you'll be toting around not only a 1 mth old, but spit up and pooey diapers too.


Think before you sink. 

We all know the saying,

"Time flies when we're having fun."

But where does it really go so quickly?

I am feeling the need for things to slow down a bit. 

If feel like just last week i walked out of the hospital with my princess.

In reality, she turned 15 months old on Tuesday this week!

Where the HECK does time go.

Although i wouldn't turn back the hand of time for anything.

No, she isn't as small and quite as cuddle as she once was but,

she is truly becoming her own person.

I see more and more of her personality with each passing day. 

I get distracted with not doing my own daily stuff just because i get hooked.

I fall into a trance like state and i could just sit there and watch her for hours.

I know, every mother feels this way about their child.

But to just sit there and think...

In 15 months time, she went from an itty bitty 5 lbs baby who could only cry, couldn't hold her head up, and was colicky to a now, walking, talking (kinda lol) person of her own.

........................

Time sure flies when your having fun. 

Dang it.