Unfulfilled

Sometimes the life of a parent is so unfulfilling. You give it all you've got, only to find yourself staring at some smart-mouthed kid who simply won't obey. Where do they get it from? HAS to be their Daddy, because I was an angel... at least until high school... moving on. 

Some days I want to drown my sorrows in coffee, and run away to some secluded mountaintop resort where no one calls me "mom" or even knows I am one. But this season will pass. My oldest is turning 9 next month, and those days of temper tantrums and bedtime tears seem so far away. I kinda want to skip ahead with the 2 year-old to a more peaceful age. But then she throws the covers over our heads and tells me to "hide from the scary monster" and, for a moment, I forget the rottenness. For a moment, we cuddle under the covers while the monster (aka: the dog) tries to invade our giggle party. These are the moments I choose to remember. These are the moments that I hold dear. 

And just like lightening, there comes that attitude. Think I'll go pour another cup.