I found this post I wrote about 3 years ago in my archives and it made me laugh. Specifically, because I was SO WRONG. I thought in a few years, life would be all easy-peasy, lemon-squeezy. Um, not exactly. Now, I’m peeling my 7yo off the pavement when he wipes out on his bike, and — surprise! — we’re still not entirely out of diapers because my formerly dry-all-night 4yo is now soaking his bed, and ours, nightly. It gets easier? Some things do, I guess. But others get harder. Parenting! So full of fun challenges!
In the Thick of It
The other week I met a mom. We started chatting about our kids, as moms tend to do, and she asked how old mine were. When I told her 3 and 1, she gave me a look that was part pity and part relief. Her kids were 5 and 7, I believe. “Wow, you’re really in the thick of it, aren’t you?” she said.
I suddenly remembered a friend telling me about a very similar conversation she had with another mother when HER kids were 3 and I. Except I believe that woman’s exact response was, “You’re in hell, huh?”
If complete strangers are widening their eyes and oozing sympathy, there’s gotta be something to it, right?
The thing about having kids ages 3 and 1 is that one is trying to be independent and the other is still completely dependent on you. One can talk (you may wish sometimes he’d stop) and the other gets your attention by screaming and crying. One is trying to do wheelies on his scooter and the other is trying to scale the stairs. One can eat anything but won’t, and the other can’t eat everything but tries to. One is still napping (thank God) but the other wages epic battles against quiet time. One may be out of diapers but you’re still wiping 2 butts. It’s grueling, people.
And yes, I’m sticking with that word: GRUELING. Rail at me all you want about how motherhood is nowhere near as hard as picking beans in a field and I will tell you you’re WRONG. It’s harder.
In a single day, you can find yourself rushing to the pediatrician because of some weird rash, racing to the ER because someone did a faceplant at the playground, saving one kid from drowning when his brother gets too rowdy in the bathtub, fishing the other one out of a duck pond, and changing a wet kid in a crowded locker room after swimming lessons while the other screams in the stroller. And yes, these are all real-life examples.
In a single night, you can find yourself comforting a child who’s coughing and another who’s having nightmares. You could be chasing away monsters, singing lullabies, fetching cups of water, and changing diapers and sheets. You might sleep from 11 p.m. straight through till 7 a.m., or you could be woken at 2 a.m., 4 a.m. and 5:30 a.m. You never know.
Some days I wonder if I will ever again wake up without a small, damp person clawing at my face and kicking me in the stomach. Will we ever get through a meal without tears and threats? Will I ever get to finish a cup of coffee without reheating it 7 times? Will I ever get to shampoo AND blow-dry my hair on the same day? Or wash, dry, fold, and put away a load of laundry in the same week?
So why the heck do people do this kid thing, then? Because all the stress and struggles are interspersed with moments of real joy.
I’ll be yelling at Miles to take his hands off his brother when I notice Riley is laughing harder than I’ve ever seen him laugh. Riley will be wailing in the car and I’ll hear Miles say, “Don’t cry, buddy. When you get bigger we’re going to have bunk-beds, isn’t that exciting?” The tears and scrapes are offset by hugs and silly songs we make up. A day may start with spilled milk and slammed fingers, and end up with a picnic and feeding the ducks. And then one kid slips and falls into the pond and it’s back to tears and laundry.
So, yeah. I’d say we’re in the thick of it. But at least I know from these other moms that there’s life on the other side of 3 and 1. Man, 5 and 7 must be a walk in the park… without a change of clothes.
LINK O’ THE DAY: The other reason I picked this to re-post is because of the picture. I am currently obsessed with finding a playhouse for the boys that will fit in our postage-stamp sized yard. Check out this amazingness I found on Pinterest. If only I had a handyman and an extra $1k (not including labor). Nice of them to post the specs, though, eh?
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“Rail at me all you want about how motherhood is nowhere near as hard as picking beans in a field and I will tell you you’re WRONG.” That is FUNNY. And true.
I’m in the thick of it with 4 and almost 2. The afternoons are so tough right now (see post about dinnertime nightmares). I do like Dillon as a 7 year old, though, and I never thought I’d say that. He’s a cool kid. But putting him in a room with a preschooler and toddler… it’s a challenge, to say the least.
I love that playhouse. That is the best plan ever. When you wrote (not including labor) I thought at first it said (not including beer). Try to find some folks who accept that kind of currency. I know I would.