Today was a rough parenting day. I had to poke and prod and cajole and threaten in order to get Henry and Eleanor out the door to my MOPS meeting this morning. I listened to whining in the van on the way home. I settled arguments and broke up fights. I repeated the poke and prod and cajole and threaten process again to get Henry and Eleanor out the door to the zoo this afternoon. I carried a screaming, tantrum-throwing Eleanor out of the zoo. I listened to Henry’s tantrum after telling him he couldn’t watch TV.
But you know what? Today is also National Prematurity Awareness Day. And I’m thinking of my preemies who aren’t with us, and my preemies who are, and what it took to get them here. So although today was exhausting, I’m thankful for it all, even the part where Eleanor yelled my name for an hour before she fell asleep. Because I worked hard to earn that name: Mom.