When I first became pregnant with my son I was so scared yet excited at the same time. I was only 20 years old, had only been married for 4mo and the thought of me and my husband raising a child when it seemed like kids ourselves was a very scary thing..
I didn’t have those joys of being pregnant like some ladies. By my 12th week he was on his way. I had to be on full bed rest and was in and out of the hospital the whole time. For 8mo I was throwing up, I couldn’t even keep water down. Yet, I was determined to keep him in there growing as long as I could. Even when you don’t know yet how to be a mother you still have that instinct to protect what is yours.. Nurture them and give them what they need even though you don’t yet know their name. What they’ll look like.. But you know that you love them….
When you finally meet them its the most wonderful feeling in the world… They are the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen… You would do anything for them.. You even think when you don’t get enough rest that one day it will get better.. That they will sleep though the night at some point.. And you even long for those days… But what you didn’t know.. Is no one EVER told you about the teenage years…
So here we are, 13 years later and this morning I wish I could go back to restless nights.. The nights where he couldn’t talk back to me and only cried when he was wanting to eat or wet… Its like this sweet little boy I once had is someone i don’t even know anymore. He’s turned into this awful monster with a God complex.. This week I’ve so wished that your child came with a handbook.. A book that said when he acts like this do this.. That would make life so much more easy.. But no one ever said life was gonna be easy…
I swear I’m leaning everyday how to be a parent… The state that I’m in now I have no idea what in the hell I’m doing.. I just take it day by day. Its hard and its so stressful but I know, I know there’s a good boy in there somewhere.. I just have to find him again… Right now his whole life as he knows it has been taken away because of school.. And he’s mad at me for punishing him. And I look back and hope that I’ve taken the right approach. Funny after I do things I question myself wondering if that was the right thing to do. Does that make me a good parent to question myself?… I don’t know. I’m kind of at a loss what to do these days.. But I’ll keep trying.. Its not like I can give him away at this point..haha!!!
I guess today I think and know that the years that I wanted so bad when he kept me up all though the night, I don’t want anymore. I know that those years were more easy than these because you can always take a nap if your tired.. I just hope that he turns out to be a wonderful man…