Updated: Oct. 27, 2023
Originally Published: Oct. 1, 2023
I am a committed parent. Indeed, I boldly declare it. My children affirm this, and they are not known for being dishonest, so I take their words to heart.
I am an imperfect parent. Yes, I admit it. My children may be too young to articulate this yet, but I am certain it will come in due time.
I am a devoted parent. My kids understand that they are cherished, as I express this sentiment every single day.
I am an imperfect parent. I find myself growing impatient with their singing after just a few minutes, and I often struggle to endure until the sixth minute before I reach my limit.
I am a devoted parent. The way they look up to me fills me with strength—I feel capable of conquering any challenge, slaying metaphorical dragons, and shielding them from their worries, all while preparing them a nutritious meal.
I am an imperfect parent. I can become restless during playtime, especially when it involves dolls, and often find myself daydreaming of a nap instead.
I am a dedicated parent. I am genuinely captivated by their unique personalities, so much so that my partner and I frequently discuss their traits at length.
I am an imperfect parent. There are nights when I forgo reading to them because I am simply too exhausted and lack the motivation.
I am a committed parent. My favorite times are spent with them, marveling at her adorable freckles and admiring his growing stature.
I am an imperfect parent. At times, I don’t paint her nails when she requests it and occasionally respond with “I’m busy” even when I’m not.
I am a devoted parent. I strive to treat them with respect, value their ideas, encourage their creativity, and make sure they play outside despite the chilly weather.
I am an imperfect parent. Occasionally, I lose sight of my own needs in the process.
I am a committed parent. I let loose and dance with them in the living room like there’s no tomorrow when our favorite song plays.
I am an imperfect parent. We often clash over my desire for a peaceful home versus their natural inclination to embrace their childhood.
I am a devoted parent. I comfort them when they’re unwell, engage with them eye to eye, inquire about their day, celebrate their achievements, and I even shed a few tears of joy.
I am an imperfect parent. By 8 PM, my focus shifts; I often find myself wishing for quiet. I don’t always feel like fetching water, tucking in their stuffed animals, or singing one last lullaby. I merely desire for them to fall asleep!
I am a dedicated parent—yet I have my fair share of imperfect moments.
And it’s likely that you, too, can relate to this experience.
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Summary
This article reflects the duality of parenting, emphasizing the balance between being a dedicated parent and acknowledging the occasional imperfections that arise. Many parents experience similar feelings of love and frustration, making it a relatable narrative for those navigating the complexities of parenthood.