I recently met an ice skating coach whose smile seemed to exude ice skating enthusiasm, enough for everyone on the ice, really.
I will never forget a lactation consultant I had in the hospital who acted as if my breast milk was made of solid gold or better yet- OIL! It was plain to see she loved what she was doing and wanted to share that with everyone else.
It seems like speaking ill and sarcastically about our families, especially the ones closest to us is the "cool thing" to do anymore. We've seen it on TV for years; parents who can't wait to get away from their kids, wives who disrespect their husbands. We could probably spend a month researching and discussing some of this at length, going off on tangent after tangent.
We can talk about what's wrong with this world all day long. We can gripe about our days and complain about how hard things are, but so can everybody else. Our problems don't make us unique. It's our attitudes that make us. Period. I love being around other parents
that love what their doing in the lives of their little ones.
Here's a book you might find encouraging:
Motherhood: An Awesome Calling