The Best is Yet to Come...?

"People will tell you that these are the best days of your life... But don't believe them." -  said the very little old lady, to the frazzled young mom trying (with only mild success) to corral her 3 young and wild boys through the grocery store. 

From the bottom of my heart and with deepest sincerity: Thank you, little old lady. 

Like probably every mother before me, there are times that I feel like a failure.  And especially when it comes to the "enjoyment" part of parenthood. Because sometimes... well, sometimes it's downright nearly impossible.

But from experience... and other friends who are in this same crazy motherhood boat... I'm starting to feel like maybe that's a little normal. (I mean... Do YOU enjoy being kept up all night? Bath time rivers? Never-ending messes? All. The. Poop.) I know no one ever said it was easy, but guys, I admit, sometimes, it's hard.

So yes. Sometimes I still feel tremendously guilty that I seem to be somehow missing these "best" times in our current screaming/fighting/wrestling/climbing/jumping-off-anything-that-will-hold-us state.

But now you're telling me it might get better than this? I may not have peaked in my life's happiness just yet? Maybe some day we WILL all get along and just be able to ENJOY being together? 

That I may not be completely failing because I sometimes have trouble just basking in the glory of motherhood? ... And maybe it's ok to admit that things aren't always (ever) just calm, peaceful, perfect, snapshot moments?

Boy, (oh boy, oh boy) does that certainly take a bit of the pressure off.

Bless you, dear woman. 

So, for now,  we'll take the good moments when they come... (Dear God, please send more.) And try to remember - through the meltdowns, hurricanes, and wailing tantrums -  that this too shall pass.. 

And just maybe, the best is yet to come. ♥