Parenting Pouts

There are gender differences, culture differences, family differences and personality differences. The last two are enough to cause quarrels between the most like-minded couple in their first few years of parenting; but you add the first two – it’s no wonder why there hasn’t been a lack of blow-ups between Arthur and me. Second weekend in a row where we wasted precious non-working time squabbling.  

I don’t know what to say. Maybe it’s the hormones, I just get set off at the most unexpected moments. Maybe it’s my pettiness and pride. Maybe it’s the lack of security – Arthur thinks I’m too insecure about my parenting as I get too emotional about it. Maybe, it’s because it’s a new journey for us. Maybe it’s the transitions and adjustments. Maybe it’s 4 months, and my OBGYN warned me about post-natal depression. Maybe, it’s a combination of a thousand things, who knows!

I expected the fights, but I forgot how tiring they can be. It’s one thing to lack vision, but another to lose hope, and another to just wanna be numb and not think. I’m tired of talking, and I hope that my forgetfulness will serve me well to not remember anything by next weekend.

But one thing I want to take away, is to be a stronger mother for Mya. Time to take out my mama tiger claws to protect my little cub with more finesse, fewer tears and without apologies!