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I’m Not Just The Lady That Keeps The Lights On
All I Want As a Mom
Whoever said being a parent was the hardest, most rewarding job one could ever have wasn’t lying.
Don’t get me wrong, my sons make me proud. But dammit if there aren’t days or moments, when I feel I could hurl their ass clean out the window with no remorse.
But then, as usual, I’d be the crazy one. Yep, the crazy mom who’s always overreacting to the smallest of things. Mom, the bad guy who is always the bad guy, right or wrong.
Last week, my son mentioned I don’t tell him I’m proud of him enough. He was in his feelings already over a previous situation, so I knew he didn’t exactly feel that way. Good report card, good basketball game, or just being the beautiful kid he is, I end it with, “I’m proud of you son. We all are.”
Hearing him say it this time struck a huge nerve. This new year hasn’t gotten off to a great start for me, so I’m already frustrated. And to hear him say that set me off.
As a mom, I want my sons to be proud of me too. I want them to ask me how my day was and tell me to have a good day the same as I do them when dropping them off in the morning. After coming home from a day of work, I too would like to be acknowledged. Not just when you want something. Last year, my youngest didn’t tell…
