It’s not that I don’t love being a mom, I do. I love it indescribably. But people keep asking, “Don’t you just love every minute?” I never know what to say to those people.
There are minutes that are very, very hard. There are minutes that drive me crazy, or exhaust me, or bring me to tears. No one can be expected to “love every minute” of anything, no matter how wonderful.
Or, maybe I do love every minute, but I can love them and be sad/mad/tired/frustrated/unsure at the same time.
Yeah. Maybe that’s it.
Regardless, let’s stop expecting moms to be happy all the time. We are just human beings. Like the rest of you.