You know it’s hard having kids.
And a lot of parents nowadays shit me with their attitude about having them.
Because, they don’t get it, but… they want it ALL.
They wanna have kids, but they also want to have the exact same life they used to have before kids. They want mini versions of themselves, but they don’t want to do the work needed to actually raise them and be responsible about it all. They think having little people will be fun, but they want everything to be constant cupcakes, lollipops and games.
Guess what? Suck it up.
As my Mum always says… something has to give. You honestly cannot have it all. And I am a glass half-full gal talking here. And if you think you are managing to have it all…. guess what?
You are not ‘giving’ where it is important. Sorry not sorry.
What I am talking about has nothing to do with giving things up in your life. Sure, you can still do the things you enjoy… to an extent. You see, it is about a whole lot of compromise and sacrifice. Like, shitloads of it.
Things I was thinking of tonight as I was out with my family.
Because it was a family function you see, and we have no babysitters to look after baby girl for anything like this, like EVER… but also, baby girl being at the stage and age she is at, we actually want her to come with us.
So let’s say, our intentions lie somewhere there in the middle.
But boy, it is still HARD.
Especially when they find themselves pissed off for no apparent reason.
It was a roller coaster ride I swear.
It was frustrating, and tiring, and long, and honestly I was pulling my hair out at times, wanting to bash my head against the toilet cubicle wall, so shitty I became with some events of the night.
With the words ‘sacrifice’ going through my head.
So we did. In the name of looming beds, and family, and a happier child, we went home… we sacrificed. But not before baby girl pulled me onto the dance floor.
And you see… as shit as times like this can sometimes be… that mirror ball and that girl, still make it all worth it.
All the sacrifice.