"Before I was a mom, I thought I would never..."

This post was inspired by a friend's status on Facebook yesterday. She simply posted..."Before I was a mom, I thought I would never..." I've been thinking a lot about this lately. We  have such idealistic ideas of parenthood going into it, don't we? At least, I know I did!! I'm so embarrassed now of the number of times I stood in judgement of someone who was "ignoring" their crying child in public, or "letting" (ha!) them kick the back of the seat on a plane, or -gasp- not keeping them quiet in a restraunt.

And then I had a kid.

I had such a great, refreshing, much-needed conversation with some girl friends a few weeks ago about the real, nitty gritty, every day grind of being a mom. So often we talk about how cute, and wonderful, and smart our kids are - and that's OK!!! (I do it a lot here.) But - and I know it's a little crazy when I actually type it out - some days when I'm in the middle of it, I seriously find myself thinking my daughter might be the only child on earth who literally throws herself on the floor, and yes sometimes even starts hitting her head on the floor in frustration when she doesn't know what to do with her feelings of anger and frustration. Because we don't talk about this stuff a lot of the time. Well, we did. And I was so relieved that there were other kids who did this (not because they did this, but because well...you get it). In fact, it was a general consensus that we sometimes felt so inadequate as moms to handle temper tantrums and mold our children in those moments into little people who know they are sons and daughters of The King.

So I loved her status....because there are so many ways I could finish this sentence!

"Before I was a mom, I thought I would never..."

...let the TV entertain my child. Anyone else think they would sit around doing creative, educational activities all day with their kids before they became a mom?!? TV happens in this house on a daily basis.
...let kids sleep in our bed.
...pacify my child with food. Yep, it's true too.
...smell like poop in public, or walk around with poop on my shirt for that matter. Had to throw that one in there.
...give in.

OK, how would you finish this sentence?