There's a specific kind of love that only shows up when your kid is actively not listening to you.
I told Evan to heal up first. Clear instruction, said it more than once. He looked at it, decided the plan was to just run, and charged straight in anyway.
Instead of getting mad I kept repeating my patience mantra, I love my son.
I think that's most of parenting honestly. Holding the frustration and the love at the exact same time and not making him choose which one he gets.
So for the parents here. What's the thing your kid does that drives you up the wall and makes you love them more anyway?