Even though I read all the books, looked at the websites and asked my friends with kids for advice, there are still things about being a parent that I wasn’t prepared for. Like the worry that settles on your shoulders when you realize you are responsible for an actual human, how it feels to be truly exhausted and the pain that comes when your child throws a temper tantrum.
I’m not talking about pain in the crunchy granola, it-hurts-me-when-my-child-hurts sense. Nor am I talking about the sting of embarrassment that comes when the entire checkout line watches your kid have a meltdown because you won’t let him buy a king-sized Snickers. I’m talking about the actual physical pain our precious ones can inflict while mid-meltdown.
You can read the rest of my rant over on Mommy Nearest. I’m going to go get an ice pack.