There’s no doubt that having children makes life ten times more difficult.
For every second that I have my back turned, ten minutes worth of destruction occurs.
For each toy that my children put away, there are ten more they toss on the floor.
For every dangerous object I take away, ten more find their way into curious little hands.
For each time a child follows my directions, there are ten times in which I am ignored.
For every pile of clean laundry that is put away, there are ten more piles of dirty clothes.
For each time a child makes it to the bathroom in time, there are ten more in which he does not.
For every time my children eat a meal I’ve cooked, there are ten times in which they refuse.
For each time I manage to be patient, there are ten times in which I yell.
For every minute I spend cleaning, there are ten more minutes of cleaning to do.
For each chore that is completed, there are ten more that are not.
And yet, at the same time, having children makes life ten times better.
For each moment that drains me, there are ten more that fill me up.
For every moment of frustration, there are ten moments of contentment.
For each crappy phase of motherhood, there are ten phases to be treasured.
For every forgettable moment, there are ten memories to be made.
For each long night, there are ten amazing days that pass by much too quickly.
For every inch that my children grow, my heart grows ten times bigger.
For each thing I have to complain about, there are ten more to be grateful for.
For every moment of parental dissatisfaction, there are ten more that are beyond satisfying.
For each ounce of heartbreak, there is a bucket full of joy.
For every moment of anger, there are ten more that make my heart sing.
Yes, children can break you in one second flat, but they always put you back together again; ten times better than you were before.