But I don't love the bickering, the whining, the constant need for entertainment and diversion, the also-constant need for consistency (even when I'm tired or hungry or worried or just plain grouchy). It's like having to plan meals every night -- it never seems to end, and it's boring, to put it plainly.
I guess, though, that the most important thing no one could tell me about is how my heart swells with love and wonder when I look at their sweet faces, when I think of them and their smiles and giggles. When they run to me, calling, 'Mama, Mama!' When my son says, 'I missed you, Mommy' when I was only gone for an hour. Or 'I'm so glad you're my mommy.' That's what makes the rest worth it -- and many other mothers have told me that: the joys far outweigh the struggles...thank God for that!