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How to be a mom/dad/parent??

It’s fucking hard work. I broke down today because there’s never a time my children don’t argue. It always happens when I’m at my busiest or when I just want a quiet moment to breathe.

About half an hour ago, they were watching YouTube together. The eldest told her sister not to change the video because she wanted to show me something. Of course, the youngest changed it anyway just to get under her skin. The eldest slapped her on the leg and in return, the youngest threw her smoothie. A full glass of it. I screamed then I just broke down.

I’ve been doing everything for them. Every single day from the moment I open my eyes to when I finally close them at night. Today, I spent time cooking and looking for gifts for them and they have no idea. I don’t even know what else I can do to make them happy. I’ve never laid a hand on them because that’s not me. That’s not the kind of mother I want to be.

Sometimes I feel like people think I’m just sitting around doing nothing. But I’m not. This whole thing - adulting, motherhood - it’s not written in any book. You don’t learn it in school. You learn it the moment you give birth. From that day on, it never ends. Even when they grow up and leave the nest, they’ll always have a place to come home to.

I just wish they’d stop fighting, but I doubt that’ll happen anytime soon.
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CreyvinMoorhead · 41-45, M
It was your mother who loved you before you were born - who carried you for a long months close to her heart and in the fullest of time took God's hand in hers and passed through the valley of shadows to give you life. It was she who cared for you during the helpless years of infancy and scarcely less dependent years of childhood.

As you have grown less dependent, she has done the countless, thoughtful, trouble-healing, helpful and encouraging things which somehow only mothers seem to know how to do. You may have accepted these attentions more of less as matters of course and perhaps without conscious gratitude or any expressions of your appreciation