I was reading an article (link below) from one of my favourite Medium writers when a thought occurred to me and I just had to write about it!
In the article, Tina — the writer — mentioned that she confessed in her writing how sometimes she was so frustrated that she didn’t want to be a mother or have kids.
I sincerely admire her for being able to be so honest. It’s so… human.
I’m sure there are parents out there who think about the same thing at times. Being a parent is not always easy. My mother used to tell me the ups and downs of having kids. Yes, inevitably, there are downs too.
It’s not always rainbow, unicorns and butterflies. It’s not always laughter, giggles and cuteness.
It’s also the rock-and-roll crying in the middle of the night (or at 4AM in the morning right before your 6AM alarm clock). It’s having to take a little child with short attention span almost everywhere you go (it’s really difficult). It’s random tiny bursts of tantrums spread out throughout the whole day.
I don’t have children of my own yet. But how do I know?
My youngest brother was borne when I was in high school.
Yep. We have 11 years age gap between us. So I know (roughly) how it is.
Many people asked me how did I have such an amazing relationship with my mother. We were basically like friends! And seriously, I could tell her everything and I’m not even exaggerating (this is every mother and daughter’s dream comes true).
How did we do it?
First of all, I had a wonderful, understanding, open-minded mother, who was willing to really listen. This fact itself, has made it so much easier for me to connect with her. She rarely judged (she did at times, she’s human)…