"I won't ever, ever do that to my son", that's what I thought when I saw a mother yelling at her crying son in the middle of a parking lot.
"I will be spending my time teaching my kid to love books, to play outside..to be the coolest mom ever!!", that's what I told myself when I held my son in the hospital after he was born.
Perfect mom, perfect model, perfect life.
How did I know that there will be days when I don't feel like doing anything - except sleeping or reading my book?
How did I know that there will be times when I just don't have the patience to deal with my son's tantrum - and yelling at him is the only thing I can think of?
How did I know that there will never be the coolest mom - because even though you're cool for now, still there are days that your son simply doesn't want to talk to you, and you become his worst enemy =)
How did I know that there is no such thing as a perfect mom, let alone a perfect life?
But now I know.
Thank goodness, now I know =)