Beyond snips and snails and puppydog tails
Do you know what the worst part of parenting is?
Way worse than sleepless nights, projectile vomiting and exploding shitty diapers? More tug-at-your-heart sadder than the first day of school, the first sleep over, the first date? More frightening than the first immunization shot, the first set of stitches, and the first time they borrow the car?
It’s when you reach the day that you realize that there is a pain that your kiss won’t make all better. When their eyes are filled with fear and tears and there isn’t a goddamn thing you can do about it. That after 17 years and 11 months, there is something mom can’t fix.
And I fucking hate it.
posted by ƒåυνέ @ 12:35 PM
4 Comments:
Right there with you, dear. People keep telling me that boys lose their minds at 17, and I believe it!
And that part doesn't get any easier, either... :(
Shit, me too.
Mine are 31,29, 27 and I still wish they were little, sitting on the floor in front of the TV in damp pj's stuck to thier Post Bath skin, eating popcorn fighting over Full House.
Heartbreak??
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