What do you do, after that entire expensive day of magic, when they scream out “shut your mouth” in a crowded Macaroni Grill?
No one has to validate your happiness. You just have to feel it.
It’s part of parenting and doesn’t stop because my child has Autism.
Diapers and feedings can be outsourced to a nanny or a babysitter. Teaching them about the sometimes-harsh world around them is a job that only a parent should do.
If you don’t have at least a few moments in life where your kid really dislikes you, then you’re dropping the ball.