Childhoodtake2!

Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on real.
Go.

The real truth...
sometimes I am overwhelmed.
Sometimes, I lose all self control and patience.
I yell, at you both.
I want to run and hide, from all of you.
The real truth...
you are always messy.
You are always loud.
You are almost always fighting each other, or us.
The real truth...
I never realized I was going to be a mom.
I didn't plan for it when deciding how my life was going to go.
I never really thought I wanted this life.
The real truth...
I love it.
And didn't realize I would.
I hate the loud, but love the childhood unfolding.
I hate the constant attention, but love the memories being created.
I hate the have tos, but love our traditions and family time.
The real truth is that I miss the old me, the old life I created.
But the real truth is I never realized how much I needed this life.
How much you saved me from me.
The real truth...
we as parents need each other.
We need to realize we are not alone in our thoughts.
Not just the good, but that thoughts that rattle you as a person.
The thoughts and days that make you question every decision.
The times you spend crying thinking about how to handle it differently.
The real truth is that our home is rarely ever calm.
And through all the stubborn minds, and doors being slammed, and patience running thin, and screams, and time outs and punishments and more screams, and things being taken away, and feet stomping,
there is love.
And that's the real truth,
there is love.

Stop.