Trying to be more of a friend than a Mom, for the longest time my daughter really was the best and only friend I had.
I allowed this to override a lot of the decisions and things that should have been parenting not friendship.
I'm a big suck and try to be badass but usually end up snuggling instead. :/

Heh, when I first read this my initial thought was "but I'm done..."
Never done, it never ends, they are always your children, you can always teach them stuff and vice versa, there are ugly bumps to come but you've got so many wonderful experiences awaiting you with your wee ones I'd be jealous if I didn't have the granddaughter to visit occasionally. ;)

Lack of patience, absolutely.

I mean, I'd like to think that motherhood would change me, maybe chill me out a little. But really? I'm just not sure I could deal with a kid's issues 24/7 without totally losing it. I really just don't feel like I have the temperament for it.

I get that from my own mother, I think. As I mentioned earlier, in hexkitten's journal, she used to chase me around with a wooden spoon. Which, I'm sorry, that just makes me laugh so much now. Highly recommended.

It's hard to respond to that without knowing exactly your parents' methods were, but I don't believe that you have to get too sophisticated with a punishment to get your point across.

My mother spanked me, possibly with the aforementioned wooden spoon, I don't remember. That might have just been a scare tactic. But I'm not traumatized by it, and I learned my lesson when I was out of line. She didn't smack me around, she didn't bruise and batter me, but she demonstrated authority in a way that was totally clear. I'm the grown-up, you're the kid, you listen to me. End of story.

And I mean, you know. I loved my mom. So much. She was awesome.

I guess there is always that struggle to do things differently, though, to do them better. Maybe if I have kids I'll change my tune. Who knows.

Being physically out of shape, such that I cannot always hold my daughter when she wants/needs to be held, because my spine cannot handle the combination of her weight and mine for long periods. Sometimes I have to put her down when she has to be held, and it breaks my heart.

Patience. No doubt about it. I have little with adults, not to mention kids.

Sacrificing myself to parenthood without completely losing my identity that is separate from parenthood/matrimony. I mean, I want to be selfless and give all that I can to my baby but at what point do I say, "I need to take an hour and create art/work on a project/go for a walk and try to answer those burning questions that got put on hold?"

I also struggle with the lack of sleep. Nobody warned me how long the sleeplessness truely lasted. I was all ready to have at it for the newborn/0-6 period, but I get less sleep now at 14.5 months than I did then.