Sometimes the pressures of parenthood get compressed into awful moments where I don't know what to say and how to comfort and how to make things better.
Sometimes my kids make me laugh out loud and I can't believe how lucky I am to be the one sitting next to them and benefiting from their dazzling humor.
Sometimes my kids make me so angry/frustrated/disappointed/tired that I feel like making a paper chain counting down the days until they go to college. Can I make it that long?
Sometimes I take a moment to read a Christmas story to them nestled on the couch with arms and legs filling all the empty spaces and I think there's nowhere I'd rather be, ever.
Sometimes I feel all these emotions within the space of hours or minutes and I want to ask them for a little time to sit down and catch my breath.
But that never happens. It isn't what I signed up for. (I should have read the small print.)
To paraphrase a quote I used to have hanging on my fridge though, "Life (with my kids) is like pizza, even when it's bad, it's good. "
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