Most days I love being a mom. My life consists of play dough, parks, an occasional trip to the zoo and lots of sticky kisses. I get to giggle and roll in the grass, poke rolly-pollies, splash in puddles and see the world I take for granted through the eyes of a child. Seasons are qualified by weather you can go sledding, roll in leaves, by ice cream from the truck or look for worms in puddles.
Motherhood has it's down side, too, and it isn't what you would think. It isn't exactly a good time wiping butts and boogery noses, but you become accustomed to it. Being the nurse to a sick child is a lot of work and often a lot of laundry, but I don't really mind. I hate to see my children take a digger and come up bleeding, but those can be fixed with band-aids and kisses. What I never expected the down side of motherhood to be was the pain.
I am not talking pain of child birth, though that isn't a pic-nic. I am speaking of the pain you see your child in that is pain you can't kiss away. When other children are mean, as they sometimes can be, and your kid get the brunt of it. When your little one gets left out and can't understand why. I hate that and I can't fix it. We have conversations about kindness, practice what to say when others are mean and do our best to find nice friends but it still happens.
I know that in the long run these are little injury's are not life or heart threatening and they will prepare my girls to deal with bigger hurts in the future. That is the down-side to motherhood. The bigger pain I know my children will have to deal with in the future. I know pain isn't all bad, character and growth are developed through disappointments. Relationships have pain involved and yet we were created for relationship.
At least that is the pep-talk I give myself while cuddling a little girl who's feelings were hurt by some snot-nosed bully girls at the park. My children are well loved, secure and able to shake off minor wounds of the heart. I, on the other hand, want to go snatch that little brat bald-headed.