No one told me how much easier it was for my newly budget-conscious, work study, college kid to spend my money than hers. If I’m in a 100-mile radius, she wants me to put gas in her car.
No one told me the happier they are the less you hear from them (or that I would become a social media stalker hanging on bits and pieces of her active life).
No one told me that your grown-up kids are making huge decisions every day or how hard it is for them to come back home and be your little kid.
No one told me how much I would cherish and live for the moments when all my babies are together in the same car, the same room, under the same roof.
No one told me that I would move heaven and earth to make those moments happen.
No one told me that this parenting thing is beautiful and brutal on a mom’s heart.
No one told me, so I’m telling you.