Big kids, big problems

Being a parent is the hardest job in the world. It can conjure up feelings of loneliness and isolation, especially in the hardest of situations. When you don't talk to other parents you can think that you are the only one in the world dealing with difficulties and handling issues that derive from dealing with terrible two's -puberty. Only by opening up and talking to others do we begin to realise that the issues we deal with may vary and inevitably will as all children are different, but the commonality is that we all experience highs and lows raising our children. I used to think it would get easier as the boys grew up and thought that if I could only survive the toddler stage and then the young stage of 5.8 years old then I had weather the storm and was over the worst of it, little did I know that puberty would be an almost living hell with two teenage boys. The grunts, the smells, the mood swings, the constant eating and the girls. Lets not forget small children, small issues. Big children, big issues. With age is doesn't get easier, it just gets different. But being a parent is the best thing I ever did (although on bad days this is NEVER true). I love the boys with all my heart, but mostly I love them when they are asleep. [if !supportLineBreakNewLine] [endif]