Sam asked me the other morning, "Mom, is it hard being a parent?" Before I had my boys, I was struggling with grief and infertility, I remember thinking that I wanted the hard moments of parenthood. I wanted the all-nights with a crying baby. I wanted the frustration. I wanted the headaches. I wanted all of it, all the bad; because that means I'd have the good. That would mean that I'd have children that I would be raising. I wanted the hard, because I know I'd get to enjoy the good. On the flip side, I have been fortunate to experience the beautiful moments of motherhood. Having a baby fall asleep on your chest. Watching them smile when they see your face. Feeling your child calm down when you hold them. Seeing them read their first words. Watching them grow into their own person. Being a mother is truly the most incredible experience I will ever have. When I look back on the good and bad moments of motherhood/parenthood I see how important opposition is. I woul...