Lately, I keep hearing these questions: If motherhood is so tough, why does anyone do it?
Why dont we talk about the good bits of parenting?
Where are all the happy moms?
Mother and daughter spinning in merry-go-round
None of you’ve got the option to actually tell mewhy.
So why are they all we hear about?
Parents are pitted against childfree people; working mothers are pitted againsttrad wives.
Counterintuitive as it might seem, it just feels more sensitive to focus on the tough parts of parenting.
A wry remark about sleep deprivation just feels kinder; no one wants to appear smug.
We need to talk about them to get to change them.
Its too delicate, too personal, too important.
If she sees a picture of a circle, she will point at it and shout, Moon!
If she hears a duck quack, she will quack back.
Sometimes shell run up to me and lay her golden head against my knee and say Song?
Its the most exquisite sound I have ever heard.
