I don’t know if I’m jinxing things so I’ll whisper the words quietly, and write them in small font so they don’t get overhead by the gods of fate….by the laws of sod….by the ire of irony. But….
I think we’re almost through it.
The end is in sight, almost touchable, almost tangible. I can almost grasp it. Almost.
Seven long years I’ve been in the deep dark depths of early parenthood…. that brutal busy, physical tussle with irrational beings, that sanity-sucking limbo of baby-rearing, that cataclysmic chaos of nappies and sleepness nights, shit and wee, vomit and wind, pureed food, refused food, spat out food, spilled food, tantrums, toilet training, screaching, screaming, double buggies in small shops, Ryanair with a baby (don’t need to say more), sixteen cars seat struggles a day, the exhaserbation (me), the exhaustion (me), the exhuberation (them) all whirled and wound togther in a wirlwind of wonderment and worry. And I’m nearly through it.
The other day, I took the dog for a walk. Daisy ran up ahead. Poppy rode her bike. And Ruby stuck her tongue between her lips and scooted with the concentration of a nobel-winning scientist on the cusp of cancer-cure. No-one whined. No-one had to be carried. No-one poo’d their pants. No-one threw themselves on the ground with a fearful ferocity for no apparent reason. It was a civilized walk in the park. I almost felt that a real person with a real family. Like on the telly.
And mealtimes have developed a promise of calm. A hint here. A glimpse there. Glimmers of possibility when all three actually sit in their seats at the same time for a full few minutes. I’m so taken aback I never quite know how to respond and I stare at them trying to find a topic of conversation that doesn’t involve the words ‘sit’, ‘eat’ or ‘aaaarrrrgggghhhhhhhh’.
We are evolving from a child management to a family participation unit. I’m excited. I’m nervous – what untold horror of hormones awaits me? But for now I’m writing my blog in peace. In peace!
The end is in sight…. and so is the beginning… a whole new phase of parenting. Wish me luck!
LOVE this! And I agree, we are quite in unison with our thoughts, albeit on the other side of the globe, but in sync all the same.
It IS a horribly frustrating and tiring mix of emotions and stress, the early childhood phase. I have been really struggling with it lately. I'm trying to be more patient and just let it ride over me when I can. But everything you've described here is just so true of our day-to-day life at the moment.
So happy for you that you're almost out on the other side. Be sure to let us know what the view is like once you get to the next phase, please 🙂 xoxo