Dear child,
Some days I don't love you.
I can't, even when I want to.
Some days, I have zero motivation to marvel how you see the world and how original your questions are.
Though I try to give you reasons but some days I wish that a mere "because I said so" were enough.
Some days, I regret buying those colour filled bottles and brushes. I am not able to appreciate your skill and imagination because all I see is mess and those colour stained clothes.
Some days, I can't care less for giving you the previous days' leftovers and I don't feel guilty to serve you pasta AGAIN... Second time in a week! Because I need to save my energy for later....for those struggle filled nights.
Some days, I am too tired to tell you the importance to brush your teeth. On those days, I would rather accept rotten teeth instead of another tantrum just before bedtime.
Some days, I don't bother correct you when you scatter toys in every corner of the house and make it even messier.
Judgemental eyes can wait untill I collect myself and be...
...the loving
..the disciplinarian
...the kind and compassionate
...the curiosity-feeder
...the perfect cook
....the logical
...the proud
...the fun-loving
...the right-doer
...the MOTHER YOU DESERVE
- a mother who is tired of having someone as strong willed as herself 😐
P.S. we are almost 3 and testing each other's patience at every possible opportunity. I am a little under the weather and father of this threenager is out of town. After many fights, shouting and crying session...she slept and i am on a guilt trip😔
Some days I don't love you.
I can't, even when I want to.
Some days, I have zero motivation to marvel how you see the world and how original your questions are.
Though I try to give you reasons but some days I wish that a mere "because I said so" were enough.
Some days, I regret buying those colour filled bottles and brushes. I am not able to appreciate your skill and imagination because all I see is mess and those colour stained clothes.
Some days, I can't care less for giving you the previous days' leftovers and I don't feel guilty to serve you pasta AGAIN... Second time in a week! Because I need to save my energy for later....for those struggle filled nights.
Some days, I am too tired to tell you the importance to brush your teeth. On those days, I would rather accept rotten teeth instead of another tantrum just before bedtime.
Some days, I don't bother correct you when you scatter toys in every corner of the house and make it even messier.
Judgemental eyes can wait untill I collect myself and be...
...the loving
..the disciplinarian
...the kind and compassionate
...the curiosity-feeder
...the perfect cook
....the logical
...the proud
...the fun-loving
...the right-doer
...the MOTHER YOU DESERVE
- a mother who is tired of having someone as strong willed as herself 😐
P.S. we are almost 3 and testing each other's patience at every possible opportunity. I am a little under the weather and father of this threenager is out of town. After many fights, shouting and crying session...she slept and i am on a guilt trip😔
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