If you’re a mother- a working mother, stay at home mother, mother to be, mother to dream… you’ve seen the post (article? Hm) about not having to  “Carpe Diem” being a mother.  I’d link to it here, but to be honest, I am SO tired of hearing about it.

I don’t know what it is exactly that ruffles my feathers about it. Perhaps it’s because it makes me feel like some kind of oddball freak for not griping and bitching more about how hard it all is. I mean, while on one hand, I’m glad there was this post for the mothers who have a hard time with their kids so they can feel like they’re NORMAL. Like it’s OKAY to kind of count the minutes until bedtime. Having a child is tiring, having a baby is exhausting. Being the one your child is solely reliant on is stressful to the nth degree. We all know this, right?

But then… that post makes me feel ashamed for saying the things the woman hears “Enjoy EVERY minute, it goes by so fast.” or the “This is the best time of your life, isn’t it?”. I get angry as well, though. Why the hell should I censor myself because of how I choose to view parenthood? There are so many posts by parents saying, “No one ever says it’ll be this hard, I’m here to tell you how hard it is”, “This is the REAL truth about parenting”. There are the posts saying all Mommy bloggers put forth this facade of utter happiness and bliss when it comes to child-rearing. The part that digs into my brain is “facade”. It’s true, there are these bloggers where you KNOW there are deeper issues going on in their lives, and they are trying to show that everything is hunky-dory, “no problems here!!”,  however, there are also bloggers like Me, like Kimberly Michelle and Ms. Zhukeeper who acknowledge that parenthood can be rough, but with a little support, a positive outlook and well, the tendency to kind of LIKE your life, you can enjoy everything about it- the good with the bad (holy run on sentence!).

What bothers me the most is that I feel guilty for not complaining about my life as a parent! What the hell! It seems there are SO many posts telling parents it’s okay to be miserable, it’s okay to hate this part of your life (at that moment), which is great, it’s nice for the parents who are hating every aspect of baby raising to  feel not alone. With that in mind, where are the posts telling parents like me that it’s OKAY to be happy? That it’s perfectly normal to want your mornings of snuggles and laughter to last forever, that it’s just fine to be sad when it’s bedtime for your child because time just goes by SO fast? When older women tell me to enjoy it, because it speeds by, I put my hand to my heart, nod my head quickly, and say, “OH, I know. I know so well.” Because you know what? It DOES. While each day with an active toddler can seem to take 50% longer than it does without children, by the end of the day you look back, and think, “Wow, how is she two already?”

The other day I had a load of Piper’s laundry on the bed getting ready to fold it all. As I was folding one of the Carter’s plain white onesies (to go under her clothes), I reached into the pile and grabbed what I thought was the same thing- another white onesie. Well, it was. Only instead of being 24 months, it was 6-9 month. Piper wore this thing TWO YEARS AGO! I held it up, tears welling, and said aloud, “This wasn’t even the smallest she wore!” I laid it atop the 24 month onesie and was in shock. At some point, Piper was small.

So when people tell me, “Enjoy this time!” I say, “I do. Every single minute of every single day.” I know the time will come where Piper won’t willingly give kisses, and won’t come running yelling, “MAMA!!!” when I come home. Just like Piper no longer snuggles into the crook of my arm, smelling softly of milk, of lavender, with her knees curled to her tummy, with her bottom sticking out in the air.

Don’t think Piper doesn’t pitch fits (because she can drop to the floor squalling like nothing you’ve ever seen), don’t think Pipes doesn’t smack or try to bite, because she does. She frequently says, “I’m MAD”, with her little hands bunched into fists. Piper is a mellow kid most of the time, you know? But when she’s riled up, man, she’ll kick your ass. Instead of being angry that I have to deal with it (sometimes with my work piled up waiting for me to get to it, too, which is like stress x10), I just look into her little face, see that sweet girl who I know so well, and know that it’s going to pass.

Kind of like babyhood, toddlerhood, childhood, parenthood. It will all pass. With every horrible stage that goes, a wonderful one goes as well. The sleepless nights are gone, but so are the cozy and warm snuggles we’d share early in the morning, just some Mama and Baby bonding over a little bit of nursing. I know that the fussy/slappy/bitey twos will pass, and along with it the wonder of experiencing everything brand new (like rain, Disneyland, petting a pig). With everything bad comes new wonderful things. And when those bad things go to make room for new miseries, those wonderful things make way for new wonders like riding a bicycle and potty training.

For me, I choose to Carpe Diem. I choose to “Seize the Day”, I choose to see everything in my life with rosy colored glasses. For me, I choose to let Piper know that everything she has brought to my life (including our poor scrawled on LCD tv)- to OUR life, rather- is a blessing. It’s magic.

Moms like me: It’s okay to Carpe Diem. It’s okay to not feel ashamed for reveling in everything your life brings to you. It’s okay for your marriage to be even better than it was when you had no children- don’t feel ashamed for being proud of your life, of your family. For those moms who want to know it’s okay to hate your life now and then, it’s okay, too. Just know that EVEN THOUGH PEOPLE SAY IT ALL THE TIME: there will be a time when you look back at these miserable days of not sleeping, of children who don’t eat or listen and choose to act out instead, and you WILL miss it. Sure you might not miss it all, but you will miss a large part of it. And this is coming from a mom who had daily sobbing breakdowns at 6 months (Which I DID blog about back then, I hide nothing) thinking she wouldn’t be able to do it. Well, I made it. I’m here. And you know what? I still love my life. I still love my kid. I will still Carpe Diem. Because nothing can be so bad that I can’t get a hug and a kiss from my girl that will make it all better.