Tell me you love every minute of being a parent and I’ll call you a liar.
People love to say that to young parents, don’t they? “Enjoy every minute; they grow up so fast.” That sounds nice, but it’s not sustainable. Because sometimes, parenthood isn’t a skip through flowering fields; it’s a slog through muddy waters.
“I don’t love you anymore.” The words sting in my ears and in my chest as they leave my daughter’s mouth. I know she’s just asserting her newly-minted four-year-oldness, but that’s hardly consolation.
“I love my Nana, not you.”
Ouch. She must really be mad at me.read more