Nobody told me that life with a 4 year old, 2 year old, and a collicky infant suffering from acid reflux was the easy part!
Ages 7, 5, and 2 are much more difficult.
I can only imagine it gets harder and harder before it gets easier.
Maybe 27, 25, and 22 will be easier ages.
But I doubt it.
Nobody told me that late nights and sporadic naps with a baby would repeat itself later in my 2 year old.
She’s running on manipulation now.
Nobody told me that everything would take longer and feel harder when the world assumes I know what I’m doing because my kids are older now.
Nobody told me that self sufficient children suddenly forget how to do everything when they know I’m in a hurry.
Nobody told me that stress breeds more stress and that Diet Coke in my fridge will only give me a heart attack if I drink it.
Somebody told me, I’m sure, but I wasn’t listening.
Nobody told me that my house would be cleaner with atomic orange baby food spit up constantly spewing out of my baby than it is now that everyone can feed themselves.
Clean houses are overrated right?
Nobody told me that I would retreat to an office with invisible walls several times a day just to catch my breath.
Nobody told me that my kids would hug each other every day.
Nobody told me that my little girl would ask where her boys are when she misses her brothers at school.
Nobody told me she would hold my hand and be my best friend for three hours every afternoon.
Nobody told me that my kids would spontaneously decide to brush their teeth one morning without being asked and brush their sister’s teeth for the metaphoric cherry on top.
Nobody told me how much hearing a tiny voice say, “Mommy I love you!” would melt my heart.
Which is why I’m telling you.
Even then you won’t understand it until you experience it for yourself.