Since we are nearing Valentine’s day it seems only appropriate to talk about broken hearts. Remember the loves you lost and thought your heart would never get over it
Anyway, none of that prepares you for the “heartbreak” of motherhood. Don’t mean to sound like a downer but I’ve been thinking recently about how much harder you fall once your heart belongs to a toddler. You fall hard in love with these kiddos, fall flat on your face when your four (or 2 year old) year old is crying over god knows what for the upteenth time. I never knew that my little boys could draw out the harshest and rawest emotions in me.
There were nights in college with a bottle of wine and girlfriends sitting around on our “Treehouse” (at JMU all houses are named) kitchen floor pouring our hearts out about this guy, that jerk etc…. it seemed like the house could explode with emotion. But nothing prepares you for the emotional range you’ll encounter as a parent (not even acting school)…
Who knew that your heart would be tugged the most by a cute yet cantankerous little four year old.
