Many shared the horrors of parenting.
The screaming child who can’t be reasoned with.
The seemingly never-ending nights of interrupted sleep.
The mess (poop) that you never get used to.
The realization that almost all your attention and free time is dedicated to this tiny human being.
But not enough is shared about the gifts that our little ones give us. Maybe it’s too hard to put into words. Maybe it’s so obvious to those who are already parents that no words are needed. Maybe everyone experience it differently.
I can share mine. At least to my Emma. The joys that you provide without even knowing it.
The feeling of connection when I understood what you wanted or what was making you cry. It was just you trying your best to communicate with us adults. We are the ones that don’t get it.
The sense of awe when you pick up some of our words or even seemingly understanding our conversations even when you have not been taught them at all.
The feeling of comfort when you randomly ran over to give me a hug.
The bond as I pat you and sensing your feeling of safety in my arms after another bout of nightmares.
The rekindled curiosity about the world as I watch your intrigue in seemingly everything.
The joy when a smile lights up your face.
I even cherished the moments when you had to hold onto my hands as you try to poop!
Perhaps the best gift of parenting is making you realize there really is a lot more joy in loving others than attaining all your selfish wants.
My thoughts 