What’s the point?
What’s the point of making breakfast, lunch, and dinner when nobody is going to eat it?
What’s the point of putting my toddler to bed if I’m just going to have to put her back to bed 10 more times throughout the night?
What’s the point of giving my kids a bath when they’re just going to get dirty before bed anyways?
What’s the point of doing the dishes if they’re just going to be piled back up by tomorrow?
What’s the point of changing my child’s diaper if he’s just going to poop in it as soon as I put a clean one on?
What’s the point of going out in public if I’m just looking over my shoulder the whole time because I am overprotective of my kids?
What’s the point of buying my kids new toys if they’re just going to demand a new one in two weeks?
What’s the point of cleaning the house if they’re just going to trash it as soon as they get the chance?
What’s the point of washing off the handprints all over the TV if the kids are just going to smack their hand into the TV again?
What’s the point of yelling if I can’t even be heard?
What’s the point?
Someday, I’m going to wake up and wish I had someone to make breakfast for again.
Someday, I’m going to miss cuddling my children during their bedtime story.
Someday, I’m going to miss that huge smile my baby gives me as he’s splashing bath water at me.
Someday, I’m going to miss all the dishes in the sink because that meant my kids were home.
Someday, I’m going to miss being able to protect my baby from the world, as they will soon be on their own and have to fend for themselves.
Someday, I’m going to miss having someone to pick up after.
Someday, I’m going to wish I could still see those cute, little handprints on the TV.
One day, I’m going to look back and miss everything that I am currently stressing out about now.
Appreciate having someone to care for, as you are their whole world right now. Cherish these little moments.
They might seem tough, but they’re a blessing in disguise that we’ll miss if we don’t enjoy them now.