Judge me if you must but this is brutal honesty.
I don’t always like being a mother and today is one of those days. Actually, I often times feel that way. Maybe it’s because I’m a single mother and get no assistance and so it’s extra challenging in every way, but I just don’t like it. I get tired of the responsibility. I’m not a fan of the childish issues I have to constantly mediate. I’m tired of having to constantly be running around to take them here and there, and I’m tired of not having a life of my own.
I don’t think I was made to be a mother and sometimes I wonder why god chose me for them. In reality I know they saved my life. I love them dearly and wouldn’t give them up or give up on them, but I still have these feelings inside. I work hard and bust ass FOR THEM. Everything I do is for them. I work as hard as I can to be the best mother I can but still, I just don’t want to be one.
However, I am one, and so I’ll make the best of it. So far, I’ve got two great kiddos. I hope they stay on the right path and I’ll keep working hard to make sure they do.