There was a brief moment in my life I found myself boo-hooing over the fact that my kids didn’t need me as much as they used to. Now, I’m kind of enjoying life without the joys of motherhood. Until I was reminded that I have only substituted human children for animals.
I still have to…….
puppy-proof the house for the times the grandpuppy comes to visit
wipe drool off the face of our Mastiff
clean up puke
clean litter pans, which are the cats version of a diaper
choose healthy pet food
wipe nose and paw prints off the windows
take the animals for regular check-ups
give them baths
pick up after them
remind them that the water bowl is not a toy
give them appropriate places to scratch
wipe snot from their noses
wipe goobers from their eyes
play with them
make sure they can’t escape through an open door
break up sibling rivalry spats
share my lunch with them
clip their nails while trying to keep them from squirming.
All while enjoying the benefits of a great snuggle, the cooing of a purr, the wag of a tail when we come home, and the fact that I can talk and talk, and they think I’m the most interesting person–telling the most wonderful story they can’t quite understand.
Pretty much the same as raising children.