Пятница Ponderings: My Loves and Hates of Motherhood

Ponder: to consider something deeply and thoroughly; meditate 
Пятница (PYAHT-nee-tsuh): Friday in Russian
Like you, I often have thoughts I ponder over and that mull about in my head. They ruminate and sometimes coalesce into something concrete. I thought that I might occasionally post those thoughts and Friday here on the blog seemed to be good place to do that. I don't speak a foreign language, but I did take Russian classes in college (not that I remember a lot of it) and since Friday in Russian is Пятница and starts with a P like ponder, it worked. Perhaps Пятница Ponderings could be come a regular thing here. Who knows?

There are many things about motherhood that I love and a few that I hate. I think that's normal.

I love child snuggles.
I hate homework. It was horrible when I was in school, but it's truly heinous to deal with as a grown woman.
I love watching my children grow and mature.
I hate the life lessons they need to learn that cause them pain, but I know those lessons are necessary.
I love family dinners when everyone is around the table.
I didn't love pregnancy because I was sick for the entire 9 months each time and on bed rest with The Brother. But, I loved feeling my babies move and I loved it when my boys finally arrived.
I hate the worry that accompanies parenthood.
I love seeing my boys laugh together.
I hate the doubts and feelings of failure and inadequacy.
I love teenage hugs.

And the list goes on...

I wasn't sure how I would deal with teenagers. But, honestly? This is my favorite stage. I love my teenagers. Oh, they have their moments. Definitely. There is teenage attitude and a lot of eye rolling and mood swings that sway like a pendulum. The big brother likes to annoy and pester the little brother. The little brother then laments that sometimes he wishes he didn't have a brother. But, 15 minutes later, they will be playing a game together and I hear the laughter and cooperation as they each sit at a computer on opposite sides of the living room.

Oh, and I hate the word, "Fine!".  I get that a lot.

But, I also get great conversations. I love it when the boys get home from school and they want to tell me about their days. I love seeing their personalities develop. I love the independence they start gaining. I love the spontaneous hugs I get in the middle of the kitchen from a teenage boy who now towers over me. I love watching the boys with their dad. They laugh a lot together and they share the same sense of humor. I just have to shake my head sometimes at the three of them, but I love that they have such a good relationship with their dad. I love that they are relentless in trying to convince me that we need a puppy.

I love the conversations we have where skills are taught and knowledge shared and difficult topics discussed. I love that they are developing their own thought processes and opinions. I love that they will ask questions. I love that The Boy looks out for his brother and when The Artist had a recent bullying issue at school, The Boy gave him some good counsel to help with the still fluid situation (while Mom called the teacher). I love that they talked it all over with their dad when he got home.

One of my new favorite loves?  Texts.

I managed most of my life without a cell phone. Largely because they didn't exist. We made very conscious decisions when we gave our boys cell phones. They don't have smart phones or data. Just basic talk and text.

And I love it. I can know where they are without hovering. I can tell them dinner is ready and to come home. I can remind. I can tease.

I love the random texts I receive. I always get one from The Artist saying, "On the bus. Love you. Bye!" I get a lot from The Boy saying, "Fine!". I also get random texts during the day from The Boy asking what's for dinner or telling me something funny that happened at school. I can send a quick text to tell The Artist if I'm going to be a minute late picking him up or he can send me one if he's staying after school to work on something.

I have a love/hate relationship with technology most of the time, but texts?  I love texts. I love the boys who send them to me. I love that they want to share things with me.

My loves about motherhood far outweigh the hates.

What about you?


  1. This is a great post!

    Thanks for joining the Link Up this week

  2. Oh yeah -- the loves win every time! Thankfully the memory of 9 months of pregnancy illness begins to fade ---eventually! Thanks for sharing.

  3. This is so sweet : ) I can't wait to experience these things with my own children someday!

    Thank you for sharing on Hump Day Happenings : )

  4. I feel the same about being pregnant. I hated the way that I felt and was sick and in pain but I loved feeling the baby move and kick!
    Thanks for linking up with me!
    Jennie @ The Diary of a Real Housewife

  5. Great posts, so many loves and hates regarding being a mom but I have to agree the loves far outweigh the hates! Thanks for sharing your post on the HomeAcre Hop, hope to see you again on Thursday! - Nancy
    The Home Acre Hop

  6. Oh yeah, the good far out weighs the bad! Before you know it, you'll be like me and miss those days. Although being a grandma is super sweet! Really enjoyed your pros and cons! Thanks for sharing with SYC.

  7. Thank you for sharing this post Holly at the Family Fun Friday link up! I will be featuring it on my blog at this week's link up! <3


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