A child, older or newer rocks a relationship.
To hell with it, kids make relationships hard, I'll say it, I'm not scared.
In many ways I'll thank my daughter and my son, for making my relationship with my partner solid. Our children are the foundation to our lives. They are the two missing pieces of our puzzle.
Sometimes though, it's a struggle. To even be in the same room as my Man. We'll compete about who got the most sleep, or lack of. We'll argue over irrelevant crap that means nothing. Some days bring tears, and silent screams in my head, and other days I curse at him whilst he's in another room.
Some days it's a gigantic hurricane, which turns into a twister, which spirals out of control, because he might of got to go out for an hour, and I didn't. We soon settle the hurricane, and there is barely a breeze.
I sometimes feel like we can't make a commitment to eachother, and I feel like an evil villan who 'stole date night' because my baby needed his tummy rubbed for an hour due to trapped wind. I can't even commit to a movie, we get twenty minutes in and I'm slumped across the cushion asleep.
It isn't always perfect, some days are far from it - but it's our perfect. It's the way we do it, we stay strong, we work as a team and we get shit done.
We get eachother. We have too. When the other is sad, a tight embrace is all it takes to say "I'm here", even if two minutes prior we were ready to rip each others heads off.
When the tears fall, we wipe them and move on.
Love has no limits, especially when you become a parent. Stay strong Mums and Dads the tidal wave will soon pass 🖤
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